Out of the Mouths of Preschoolers
Posted on August 9, 2010 - Filed Under Kids, Simple Life | 2 Comments
Yeah, it’s that time again . . . more stuff my kids say. By the way, feel free to skip these posts. I do put them here more so I have a way of remembering the stuff my hole riddled brain lets slip away, as opposed to entertain. 
After lunch today, Dorian turned accusingly to me and said, “I’m too really tired now! You see? That’s what happens when you feed me potatoes!”
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Overheard one morning:
Dante: “Oh, no! He broke his legs!”
Dorian: “Is he dead?”
Dante: “Nope, but he’s got two broken legs.”
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Also overheard during a particularly rousing battle in the living room:
Dorian: “Call in the warriors, we’re gonna have to attack!”
Dante: “Ok. Here they come.”
Dorian: “It’s an AMBUSH! Mayor Dante, Mayor Dante, what are we gonna do?!”
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Dorian, looking at the upside down Wii box the other day said, “Hey, that’s an MMMMMM and EEEEEEE. It says ME. So it’s mine?”
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Dorian: “Mama? I’m gonna adopt a baby dinosaur.”
Me: “You are? You think it will fit in here?”
Dorian: “Yeah, it’s just a baby. I’m gonna give her water in a sippy cup, cuz that’s how dinosaurs drink when they’re babies.”
Me: “I see.”
Dorian: “And she can sleep with me in my bed. But maybe she’s scared of the dark. How about she sleeps with you instead?”
Me: “Well, if you’re adopting this dinosaur, I think you should look after it. Does your dinosaur have a name?”
Dorian: “A name? Yeah. Her name is . . . Dinosaur.”
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The other day, Dante was very upset about something, throwing his tools down, wailing and finally running into his room and slamming the door. While we can now understand him when he talks to us calmly, it’s virtually impossible when he’s crying. Fortunately we have an onsite translator. This time, however, when I asked Dorian what his brother wanted, he looked up from his toys and said, “He wants pizza.” Ummm . . .
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It´s those carbs that just give a you a temporary high and then make you tired. Dorian´s right!
Now ambush is a pretty big word for such little boys.
Dorian has translator privilege: you have to believe him because no one else understands the language!
These are honestly some of my favorite posts. I read them to my husband and we both start cracking up together, so keep ‘em coming!