Boots and Cats and a Beefy Bison

My son has been sick, and maybe a little delusional!  Maybe we just watch Boots and Cats a little too often...

We were sitting on the couch Thursday night when he says he has a joke to tell us.

Knock knock

Who's there?

Erupting cow

Erupting cow...

MOOOOO!!!!!!

Turns out he meant interrupting cow, but it was still funny!!  Maybe a beefy bison!?!  (If you don't get the reference, you haven't watched Boots and Cats yet...)

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Later Thursday night, he woke up still running a fever and coughing terribly.  The poor kid laid on the floor of the bathroom, miserable.  I was trying to get him to sit up to take some cough medicine.  He was holding his head, obviously in pain.

Mommy!  It feels like there are cats trying to claw out of my head!

I know - not funny.  But I had to turn my head and look at my husband in the doorway who was trying not to laugh himself.

We finally got him to take the medicine - which he promptly threw up. :( 

After we got him changed into clean jammies my husband asked him if his head still hurt.  He said no, to which my husband replied "Guess you got the cat's out."

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Friday morning, I debated which shoes to wear to work.  I opted for a pair of fuzzy slip-on boots, but had 2 pair of knee-high boots still in the entryway I had considered.  Apparently my son had never seen them before. 

Wow Dad!  Whose boots are these?

Mommy's

Wow - they must go up to her head!

My dear husband had to text me to let me know.  I almost died from laughter.  To boot, he then texted "I'm not the only one who notices your short stature."

Gee - thanks guys!  Love you too! :)

Colorblind



My son takes Tae Kwon Do classes.  He likes to show off his pictures and videos to anyone who will look at them!  He was sharing them with his cousins last week.  Most of them include just him and the only other boy in his class who is at the same belt level, like the one below.

 

 

What I found amusing is that when he was showing them, he would always point himself out and say which one was him... even though anyone looking should know what he looks like - not to mention that he is about a foot shorter than the other boy and a different race.  He would also point to the other boy and say "That's not me. That's [name of the boy]."  Never once, to my delight, did he ever say "He's black" or anything related to his race.

 

I recall a few years ago when the topic of race came up.  At the time, he had 2 friends with the same name.  One was black and one was white.  So, when I asked to which one he was referring, he was confused when I mentioned them by their race.  I don't remember exactly how he phrased it, but basically his response was "he's not white, he's brownish".  Yes - he was referring to the white boy, and himself, to not actually being white.  In his eyes, white is like snow - and that is not what color we are.  So that day, I learned the lesson - and make sure when speaking to him about people I refer to characteristics other than the color of their skin.

A friend recently posted a link to this video on Facebook, which prompted this post.  I have to be honest, I never even paid attention that the family was bi-racial.  Kudos to Cheerios for making a cute commercial - and for going "outside the box" in more ways than one!  Just like my son and the children in this video, I hope that someday we can all be colorblind!

Get a Life

(A commercial for the movie Turbo was on the television.)

Everybody has a life, right?

Sure.

Everyone has a life.  That snail doesn't know that he has a life!

Ah.... get a life!  LOL!

It's Snowing!

Come look out the window!  It's really snowing now!

Yes it is!  It's like a blister out there!

What I Like

Profound words from a 6-year-old:

I like everything, except the things I don't like!

And the best quote of the day:

Daddy!  The lights look like ASS-scicles!

Gel

Bubba likes to have his hair spiked.  Yesterday, I got out a new tube of Spiking Glue (yes, that's what it's really called!) and put his hair in a nice "feaux"-hawk.

Last night at the Book Fair, his teacher came up to me and said that she got the biggest kick out of him - saying that his mom has put JELL-O in his hair!  She said that the teacher's aide almost spit out her coffee when he said it!

I then had to tell her that he used to call it JEALOUS!  She found that amusing as well!  She then responded "That's why I LOVE teaching First Grade!"

I Can't

My husband replies to my son: I can't do that.

Why not?

Because Mommy said so.

You're bigger than Mommy.  You can do whatever you want!