Consequences

As parents, our words always sound different coming from our children.

S was playing with his barn last night, and built up a barn area and decided a pig wanted to go insde. He rammed the pig into the block that was the door which then fell inside what was the barn. Next:

[said in a voice that I think was supposed to be the pig] "Oh no, I didn't want my door inside there."
[as himself, and very nonchalant] "That's the consequence."

All I could do was laugh.

What fell on the Mall of America?

Here's the conversation S and I had in the car this morning:

S: Mama, what fell on the Mall of America?
Me: What fell on it?
S: Yes, what fell on the Mall of America?
Me: I don't know.
S: Yes you do. I heard you say it when there was no mail, what fell on the Mall of America.
Me: Oh, are you thinking about Columbus Day, when I said Christopher Columbus landed on the shores of America.
S: Yes, he fell on the Mall of America.
Me: No, he was on a boat and landed on the shores of the United States of America, not the Mall of America.
S: Oh. Why was he on a boat.

And the conversation went on from there.

A boy, a girl, and a playground

S: What's the boy in a wedding called?
Me: The groom.
S: Sophie invited me to her wedding. She was the girl and she wanted me to be the boy.
Pause
S: I told her no, I was playing a football tournament. Maybe I could play wedding with her the next day, I don't know.