Last night at dinner one of the kids asked if I ever wrote down things they said as a very little child. I told them, yes, and asked "Do you want to hear some?"
I think this answer surprised them. But I ran upstairs to get the book of kid-isms I had kep of them.
The first thing The Boy noticed was that he must not have spoken for some time, since he wasn't included with his own quotations until about half way through.
The Girl mentioned that while she spoke more--or at least got written down--her quotes weren't nearly as funny as The Boy's.
We had some that were so funny, that I couldn't get through them as I read them. For example:
One day The Boy (who almost only ate hot dogs) asked for a "hot on a pork chop". I didn't know what he meant, so I asked him again what he wanted for lunch. "I want a hot dog on a chapstick!" Finally we figured out he wanted to have a hot dog on a chopstick, so he didn't have to touch it but it was easy to eat.
Writing that now, not too much trouble getting through it. But as I read that last night, I was laughing so hard, I was snorting.
Good times.
I'm glad I wrote some of the funny things they said. Sadly, I don't remember as much of their early years as I would like to. I hope that is included in the promise given to us when we are resurrected and all things will be restored to us. I really hope memory is part of that.
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