Trying Out Some Pickup Lines
Joseph: Poopy! Toots!
Siri: Let’s keep it clean here, ok?
Joseph: Bwhaaahaa! Bummytooty!
Siri: That’s not nice.
Joseph: pooptyhdeth gfdyijvxduo hjdeijnjioo bbkoyrdghjk kgfuojvnml smelly
Me: Joseph, she can’t register all tha—
Siri: Ok, here’s what I found on the web for “pooptyhdeth gfdyijvxduo hjdeijnjioo bbkoyrdghjk kgfuojvnml smelly”
Joseph: Poopy fart!
Siri: Your language!
Joseph: I want to invite you to dinner.
Siri: I see 13 restaurants a little ways from you. Would you like to hear the whole list?
Joseph: I want to hear the whole list.
Siri: Opening iTunes Radio…
Joseph Writes: Feelings
“You deserve coal!!!”
(Not happy about having to put away his clean, folded clothes, he pushed the pile onto the floor… I told him now he would need to fold them then put them away. He wasn’t too happy about this.)
Kids’ Lingo
I minded it up. (Maddie)
(Thought or imagined)
Night sun. (Maddie)
(Sun rising in dark clouds)
Juice ice cream. (Joseph)
(Popsicle)
Pringongs. (Joseph)
(The greasy mist steaming off a hot pan put under water)
Behaving > Being haved (all)
Fivving Room (Annika)
Sawl (saw) and fawlcet (faucet) (Joseph)
Big Kids (what we call M and J, A days it too: Big kids, come eat!)
When I get small (idea that you stop getting bigger and then get smaller at some point, and the the adults will be the kids and kids will be adults)
Joseph Writes: As Santa
I got this question from Santu today.
Joseph Writes: Open for Business
Joseph, Detective
No mystery too big.
2 pennies.
Joseph Writes: Letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
I would like a submarine and I need a toothbrush.
Your friend,
Joseph
Joseph Writes: Fire Dept Visit
I did not like stop, drop and roll. I thought the ladder was cool.
Joseph Writes
A new segment, Joseph’s writing!
See if you can figure it out, I’ll translate below.
Their pumpkin carving room.
I’m Not That Kinda Guy
Joseph is still in bed, not ready to get up and dressed. He says sleepily, “I’m not that kinda trash guy.” (What?) “I was taking out the recycling and a yucky soda bottle fell out and I picked it up and put it back in. Cause I’m not that kind of guy. I’m not the kind of guy who would leave trash. I pick it up if it’s on the ground. I’m that kind of guy.”
That’s It?
Me: How about this–you each go get a book and I’ll read to you by the fire.
Joseph: Okay.
Maddie: Is that our only option?
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