He Understands Perfectly

After hearing Bo call someone/something retarded I took advantage of the opportunity to tell him what retarded actually meant, how it's not a bad thing, but when people say it to be mean, it is a bad thing. I explained, "Some people are born with brains that work slower and they can't help if their brains work slower. The word retarded means someone's brain works slower, and it's a really unkind thing to use that word for name calling."

I'm sure I was way more articulate when I was talking to him.

I watched his little face to see what he was processing, I wanted to make sure it was sinking in properly.

He was thoughtful, truly contemplating the information and then said earnestly, "Mom. I think Uncle David is retarded." I fought with every bit of control I could muster not to burst out laughing because I'm pretty sure I spent my entire teen years saying the same thing.

"Why do you say that Bo?"
"Well, he got coal for Christmas. Why else would you get coal for Christmas?"

Not sure he entirely gets the concept.

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Avee and her little BF Ella are not allowed to play upstairs because they tear it to pieces. I find blankets in air vents, air freshener in the toilets, kids on top of bunk beds, etc. They are not naughty girls, but there's something about the upstairs that makes them crazy.

And since it's off limits, they of course ONLY want to do that.

Just now they were "sneaking" upstairs. Which entails two pretty loud little girls suddenly being very quiet. By the stairs. What little children don't know is that quiet is more telling than loud--to a mom. They could yell "I'M GOING UP THE STAIRS NOW BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!" and I'd be less likely to notice.

So I turn and say warningly, "Get down here right now."

And Avee yells at her friend, "Now look what you did! I told you to be quiet!"

To their credit. They made it all the way up the stairs and into a bedroom just a mere 30 seconds later. By being very quiet when I thought they were going down stairs.

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Bo asked J who was in charge of our neighborhood. He wondered if it was J. When J informed him that it wasn't so, he pondered a bit and then said, "I know who's in charge of this neighbo'hood. It's God, Jesus, and Barack Obama."

Just so you know---we don't EVER get tired of his fascination with the Barack man.

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Yesterday when J walked in the door after two kids had gone to bed and Bo was about to go, Bo cheerfully said, "Hello white boy!"

Both J and I laughed and I asked, "Where on earth did you learn the phrase 'white boy'?!"
Bo looked at me all weird and said, "I said late boy."

Which is still cute. But not nearly as funny.

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J: Ew, your teeth are gross, go brush them.
Bo (whining): But I'm a loooong teeth bwushooooo
J: Hahahaha! So?! Go brush your teeth.
Bo: It's takes me sooooo long.
J: I'll give you some candy....

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Bo: You know what I don't like about Alabama?
Me: What?
Bo: They had a woo-uh.
Me: What's a woo-uh.
Bo: WOO-UH!
Me: Huh?
Bo (exasperated): A law.
Me: Ohhhh--you were saying rule. Heh. So, what was the law?
Bo: It was that black people had to sit in the back of buses and they couldn't drink from the same drinking fountain as white people, they had to drink from buckets.
Me: Yeah, pretty awful, huh?
Bo: It's gross. Buckets are full of germs.
Me: They are, and that was a completly unfair law, wasn't it?
Bo: Yeah. And also, you should never plant flowers with a bucket. You should always use a hose.
J: That syllogism needs some work.

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Danyo: Awbeggidysasadio! Hahahahaha!

Any One Of Us At Any Given Time: hahahaha! Did you hear him?! He just said, 'Put that brush on the stove!" hahahahhaaaa!