CANDY!!!

Evan: "I know how to say candy really fast: CANDY!!!!"

Not that he's excited about the holidays or anything.

Woo! Wooo! Woooooo!

Evan, after the school's Christmas concert: "When I'm at a concert, I like to say ..." *deep breath, scrunched up face* "... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Cian, in his most mature and disdainful voice: "That's earsplitting."

Pause. Together: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Moobs

The four of us were lounging on the bed in our jammies one morning when Evan was a baby. Cian was about 2 1/2 at the time.

Cian: "Why can't Mommy play with me?"
Daddy: "Mommy's nursing Evan right now."
Cian: "You feed Evan."
Daddy: "I can't. I don't have boobies."
Cian, points at Daddy's bare chest: "You do so!"

No, but I'm giving this shirt away ...

Cian (at about 3 1/2): "Mommy, are we going to have another baby?"
Mommy: "No sweetie. Why?"
Cian: "Because your tummy is getting big again."

Just mouth the words

Mommy, singing: "You are my sunshine! My only sunshine!"
Evan, looking at me with tears brimming over his big blue eyes: "Stop, Mommy. It hurts my ears when you sing."

Evan one night: *kiss kiss kiss*

"How many kisses was that Mommy?"

"Three"

*kiss* "Now how many?"

"Four"

*Kiss* "Now how many?"

I know, right? Adorable. We went up to one hundred. One. Hundred.

Boomstick

"This ... is my boomstick!"

Evan, after picking up a stick and pretending it was a gun, totally unprompted by me. (I swear, I've never let my 3 year old watch any of the Evil Dead movies, he came up with it on his own ...) Comedy gold, my kids.

Astrophysics = scarf tying

Mommy: "You see, Cian, no one's good at everything, but everyone is good at something."

Cian thinks it over, then says: "Like space scientists are good at astrophysics..."

Mommy: "Damn, my kid's smart!"

Cian, continuing: "...and I'm good at tying my own scarf."

Punishment for speeding...

Mommy: "See that police officer, Cian? He's checking to see how fast the cars are going. If anybody is going too fast, it isn't safe, so he'll stop them and give them a ticket."

Cian, looking confused: "To the baseball game?"

Mommy: uncontrollable laughter.

I can see his point though. I mean, being forced to watch a Blue Jays game would be a punishment. And for really bad offences, like dangerous driving, the police could give out tickets to the Toronto Maple Leafs's game.

I said I don't like it!

Evan: "I don't like hot cereal."

Mommy and Daddy: "You liked it yesterday."

Evan: "I don't like it."

Mommy and Daddy: "Just try one bite. If you don't like it you can have something else."

Evan: Takes a bite. Puts his arm around the bowl and hugs it while continuing to eat.

Mommy and Daddy: "So, you like it then?"

Evan: "No." Keeps eating while hugging the bowl.

Suh-weet!

Me: "You're a sweet boy, Cian"
Cian: "You're a sweet boy too, Mommy."