Random cute dialogues

It's almost Pesach, 2012. The house has been scrubbed and decluttered, and the mommy is tired out. I'm even tired of listening to my six or seven happy '80s Pandora stations (i.e. utterly perfect cleaning music), I've been at it so long. Granted, Olmedi's been at it just as long, and done double, but she's magic. Anyhow, it's a perfect time to declutter my scrap papers of random cute-utterings-of-the-kids (some almost 3 years old). Random is the operative word, since I am terrible at recording cute things, and even worse at finding them afterwards.

8/6/10

On floating bridge after Blue Angels show.

Saulie (excitedly, to policeman): You have a gun you have a GUN!

Policeman: You have a...juice box.

Saulie (deep voice, proudly): Cliffoe-d!

8/25/10

Saulie (while getting dried off in tub): Even I like mashed potato bugs, but not spid-ohs.

Jan. 2011

Saulie (seeing Jakey unbuttoning my shirt): Jakey, don't untie my beautiful Mommy. And always: You're my beautiful Mommy. Or: Mommy, you're pretty (especially sweet when said first thing in the morning, eyes barely open) 

Also Saulie: For my birthday can I have a firetruck with woos that makes a noise? (woos are sirens)

Feb. 2012

Saul: I want warm water. I tasted it in the bathroom and I liked it.

Me (after giving it to him): You like it?

Saul: Yes, it's nice and warm.

Hannah: He's talking like a grown-up. Why?

Me: Who?

Hannah: Saul. Why is he doing that?

Hannah (watching me frantically making lunches in the morning): When I grow up and get married and have kids, I'm going to make their lunches the night before. 'Cause it's faster that way. 

Hannah (in car): I'm writing a letter to my kids, for when I have some. It says: For my kids. Kids, I love you. Love, Hannah Klinghoffer

2/26/12

Jacob (reacting to a very typical scene of a little bird hopping across the road in front of our car, suddenly gasps): That bird is so brave!!

3/15/12

Saul: I'm scared of going to sleep. I have bad dreams on the top bunk and on the bottom bunk. 

(I say something or other about his angel protecting him and keeping him safe all over, kind of like a blanky... since he still drags his scraggly blue-green blanky around the house, thumb in mouth, when the bedtime hour approaches.)

Saul (sounding scared): The bad dreams go under my blanky!

And, about a week later, in the morning...

Saul: Mommy I dreamed about a scary monster that said, "You..." (in a deep, creaky voice)

Me (thinking it was too simple, didn't hear him right): What did he say?

Saul repeats: "You..."

Me: He said it in a scary voice?

Saul: No, in a scratchy voice.

Speaking of dreams, lovely from today's '80s fest:

4/1/12
Twins, packing some suitcases with blankets, books, and toys...
Jacob: Tonight there's gonna be a big storm.
Saul: So then...get out of there and come over here.
Jacob: It's nighttime and there's still a big storm.
Saul: You mean...at your world or at my world?
Jacob: At your world and my world and somebody's else (sic) world.

And today...
Saul: Mommy, why did Jacob come out of your tummy first?

Also..
Saul: Mom, what color is lightning?
Me: It doesn't have a color 'cause it's a sound.
Saul (not too worried): Oh. Ok, I'll just color it yellow.

That's all, folks! Sorry!