Thursday, June 24, 2010


After choosing a pull-up to wear grocery shopping, Isaak decided to let me in on his thought processes.

I: I chose this pull-up because it has a robot on it, and I'm going to be a robot when I grow up, after I'm a Navy Seal. Do you know why?
Me: Why?
I: Because I'm a boy.
I: But pretty soon I won't be a boy any more because I'm growing up to be a man.

Later that day, sitting with Mr. Mark and Ms. Mary outside on their patio, Isaak wondered why Emmie (the beagle) had to go inside.

Mary: Because she's too hot. (it was 92˚ and 65% humidity)
I: Why is she too hot?
Mary: Because she is wearing a fur coat. If you were wearing your warm coat outside right now, wouldn't you be too hot?
I: Yes...but why did you put a coat on her?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


I have finally gotten through to Isaak that "Because" is not a reason. Our conversations used to go something like this:

I: Mommy, do you know why I took my shirt off?
Me: No, why did you take your shirt off?
I: Because.

I'm not sure that our conversations have improved much, though. Now they tend to go something like this:

I: Mommy, do you know why I am wearing no shirt?
Me: No, why aren't you wearing a shirt?
I: Because I can get lots and lots of exercise running around like THIS!

And he runs off to demonstrate that THIS means running in gigantic circles, while I sit and wonder how that necessitates being shirtless. On the other hand, if Mr. Mark asks him if he likes lemonade:

I: Yes!
Mark: Why?
I: Because it's YUMMY!

Maybe I just ask the wrong questions!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Backseat Conversations

In the van, Jaela and Macey sit in the very back seats. Anya and Isaak sit in the middle row. As we were driving to the grocery store the other day, Jaela and Macey were talking to each other, and Anya tried to join in the conversation.

Jaela, with a very condescending tone: Anya, WE are having a BACKseat condersation, NOT a MIDDLE seat condersation. Please don't interrupt.

Anya heaved a very deliberate, exasperated sigh. (I imagined eye-rolling and head-shaking to go with it...)

Anya: It's conVERsation, Jaela, with a v, not a d.