Cookies

Cal and I play this little make-believe game where he pretends to "make me somfing." Today it was cookies. He first handed me a "chocochip" cookie, then a "peanut butter" cookie, but when I asked for a sugar cookie, the response I got was, "No, I don't fink so." I guess he is watching out for my waistline.

The Thanks I Get...

I swear Max says the darndest things...

I tried a new recipe for Black Bean Fritters with Pineapple Avacado Salsa today and was quite pleased with how it turned out. I stuck them in the fridge and pulled them out after soccer practice. As I sat the plate down in front of him, Max said, "Hey, why my dinner look like poo poo?" I had to laugh. It wasn't a far stretch.

Have a Little Talk with Jesus

Today we were listening to Willie Nelson sing his version of this classic hymn and Max asked, "Why he say have a talk with Jesus?" I told Max that we should always talk to Jesus because He is a very good listener and can help us when we have a problem. I explained that even though we can't see Him, Jesus can always hear us. It grew quiet in the back seat until I heard Max say, "Hi, Jesus." He paused, and then said, "Hey, HE NOT TALKING BACK TO ME!!!."

My Little Artist

Max has become quite the budding artist. He just recently started drawing pictures of himself, complete with hair and boots. Today, he was at work again on his chalkboard, and when I asked him what he was drawing, he turned around and with a serious amount of attitude said, "You can't rush art." Hilarious! Where on earth did he learn that?!?

Sigh of Relief

Yesterday, in the car, Max and I had the following conversation about the very nice lady who cleans our house twice a month:

Max: "Mom, is Ms. Jim a girl?"

Me: "Yes."

Max: "Why?"

Me: "Because that is the way God made her."

Max: "Why?"

Me: "Well, God has a plan for each person, and His plan was for Ms. Jim to be a girl, just like His plan was for you to be a boy."

Max: "Well, I don't want her to be a girl." (how typical...)

Me: "I think Ms. Jim likes being a girl."

Max: "Well, I don't want to be a boy. I wish God made me...(panicking now; please don't say a girl)....Batman."

Breakfast of Champions

Over Labor Day weekend, we biked into Garmisch for a fresh pastry breakfast and some coffee. We don't consume much sugar around our house (especially of the refined kind...yes, I am that mother), so I had to photograph the gleeful expressions pictured below. You know that feeling you get when you realize you are only two days into a weeklong vacation? Or when you open the first Christmas present and know that there are still many left under the tree? I swear that is what Cal is thinking. Two bites down, still so many to go...

Define "Grown-Up"

First a minivan and then...