Sunday, November 08, 2009

Slush

It has only been recently become apparent to us that Sammy uses ‘sl’ when pronouncing a word that begins with ‘fl’.

After making poo:

Sammy: I want to slush the toilet.

Seeing a cartoon character fly:

Sammy: Look! He can sly!

Holding a flower:

Sammy: Look Daddy, a slahwer!

 

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Werewolf

Sammy likes eating ‘chocolate’.  This is hazelnut spread which he likes to eat direct from a spoon.  One day he scooped an extra large serving, ate it all up messily, with the brown stuff all over his mouth.

Mummy: Come Sammy, let’s wash your face.

Sammy: (always the contrarian) I don’t need to wash my face!

Mummy: Your mouth is so messy.  Look at yourself in the mirror.

Sammy goes to the mirror and considers his appearance.

Sammy: Mummy, I look like a werewolf!

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Bob the Builder

Mummy and Sammy were walking to school.  They come across a construction worker along the footpath:

Sammy: (singing loudly) Bob the Builder…

(If you don’t know Bob the Builder…http://www.bobthebuilder.com/au/index.asp)

 

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Post-tantrum

Pia had a tantrum again.  Daddy wants her to be a bit more considerate to Mummy.

Daddy: Pia, whenever you have tantrums, it can sometimes make Mummy feel sick

Pia: How can she be sick?

Daddy: (grasping) Uhm…some of her body parts may become weaker and not function properly.

Pia: Like her tooth?

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The Principal, 2

Pia says she wants to be a principal because she wants to “ring the bell.”

Daddy: (laughing) You want to be a principal because you want to ring the bell?

Pia: (becomes angry) It’s not funny! It’s very important. If nobody rings the bell, how will we know that it’s time to play. School will be SO BORING!

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The Principal

Every now and then, Daddy or Mummy asks the children what they want to be when they grow up.

Daddy: Pia, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Pia: I want to be a principal.

Daddy: (Impressed with her ambition. Pia used to want to be a ‘mere’ teacher). Why do you want to be a principal?

Pia: So I can ring the bell.

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Monday, October 19, 2009

Big Hum Theory

Daddy’s current favourite show is Big Bang Theory.  The children love watching it too.  They especially like the catchy theme song. Whenever it plays, they sing along.  Of course, they don’t know all the words:

The children: …14 billion years ago…we built the wall… we built the pyramids…hum… hum… geology…hum… hum… biology… hum..hum..and it all started with a big BANG!

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Cinders and Ashes

Sammy loves watching Thomas the Train, whose favourite expression of surprise seems to be ‘Cinders and ashes!’

One day while Mummy was hanging the clothes, Sammy was lpaying in the grass and soil with his digger, pretending it was Thomas:

Sammy: Choo-choo….cinders and ashes!

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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Special burger

We were having burgers for dinner. The children love it. Pia wants another one:

Pia: Daddy, can I have another hung burger?

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Sleep

Sammy always sleeps beside Mummy.

It’s 9:30pm.  Already past the children’s bedtime. Mummy is getting sleepy.

Mummy: (yawning) Sammy, let’s go to bed now.

Sammy: (doesn’t want to go to sleep yet) I watching Achie play.

Mummy: (threatens) I’m tired. If you don’t go to bed now, I will sleep without you.

Sammy: (freedom) Yes, you sleep Mummy.

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Sunday, September 06, 2009

Boy songs

Sammy likes to sing.  He usually does it while he plays.  Being only 3 years old, he doesn’t get all the words right.

Sammy: One, little two, little three, little inches.  Four, little five, little six, little inches….

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

I don’t need anyone’s help, including mine

Sammy’s the most independent of the children and always wants to do things himself.

He had just finished poo-ing and was trying to put on his pants by himself, but was having trouble.

Mummy: Sammy, do you need help?  Come here I will help you.

Sammy: (struggling to put his pants on) I don’t need my help!

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

I want to ride my bikosol

Sammy cannot pronounce ‘bicycle’

Sammy: Daddy, can I ride my bi-kosol?

Daddy: It’s ‘bicycle’

Sammy: Bikosol

Daddy: Bi…

Sammy: Bi…

Daddy: See…

Sammy: See…

Daddy: Kul…

Sammy: Kul…

Daddy: Bicycle

Sammy: Bikosol.

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