Monday, February 18, 2008

Over the weekend

Ali had a big booger on his finger, so I gave him a kleenex. "It's like a monster in my nose," he said. And then proceeded to look up my nose and point out, "monster, monster."

"Where are you from Ali?"
Thinks about it briefly, "I'm from Outer Space."

Leila told me, "The King of Dallas died." "Who?" "That man who helped people." "Oh, Martin Luther King, Jr."

Leila, in the car on the way home from church Saturday night, "My throat has been scratchy these weeks and years."
I gave her a cough drop. "Is this a gum drop?"

1 comment:

concretegodmother said...

these are great! the king of dallas. don't we wish! and the monsters -- my grandma used to call them "doggies," and as she wiped our noses, she'd name off all the dogs we knew.