Growing Into It!

Josh recently ordered everyone in the family some new motocross t-shirts. Unfortunately, the site he ordered them from didn't have anything left in Ethan's size. Josh bought him a size 4-6 knowing that he would eventually grow into it, and in the meantime, he could wear it as pajamas. They came in the mail yesterday. Ethan was so excited! He wore his shirt around the house for the rest of the day. He also admired the t-shirts Josh had ordered for himself. Josh didn't get in until late yesterday, because he mowed the yard after work. He came inside just as Ethan was going to bed. He asked Ethan if he liked his new shirt. This was Ethan's response, "Yeah! But it's too big for me. It's just a jammie shirt, or I can just grow into it. When I grow up, you can give me your shirts, and when you grow down, I will give you my shirts. Then when you grow up again, I will give you your shirts back."
This actually isn't the first time that Ethan has talked about growing up and down. He talks a lot about when he used to be big or how he will be little like Livi again some day. I don't know where he comes up with this stuff!

"Morning" Dove

While getting out of the car on Sunday morning after church, Ethan heard the trade mark Ooo Wah Ooo of a mourning dove. He asked Josh about the noise.
Josh told him that it was a mourning dove.
"Oh," Ethan replied, "What does a night dove say?"

What Did You Say?

As we were sitting down to eat supper the other night, Ethan rudely shouted, "Where's my f***in' milk?!"
Josh and I stared at each other, both wondering the same thing, what did he just say?
Then a light bulb clicked on for Josh as he stood up and said, "Fork. And. Milk!"
Ooooohhhh! Much better! I would have much rather heard, Dad, can you please bring me a fork and some milk? But I guess anything is better than what we first thought he said!

How High?

While pushing Ethan on the swing that other day, he created his very own measuring system to let me know how high he wanted to be pushed.
Here it is from lowest to highest:
As high as an eel jumps out of the water
As high as a bass fish jumps out of the water
As high as a bluegill jumps out of the water
As high as a dolphin jumps out of the water
As high as a dragon flies

Why a Sister?!

Ethan loves his little sister.....sometimes a little too much! He likes to get right in her face and make goofy noises. I don't know why he does it all the time, because it's obvious that Olivia hates it. She always whines and pushes him away. Then I always have to say, "Ethan stay out of your sister's space. She doesn't like that."
One time after such an event, Ethan said, "Why does someone have to have a sister? Did I ask for a sister?"
A little surprised by that comment and wondering what he would say next, I responded, "Did you?"
He said, "No! I asked for a brother! You didn't give me a brother! You just gave me a sister! Why?!"
I think I said something like, "Well, I can't make that choice. God gave you a sister, and we love her, don't we."

Drunk Daddy

Ethan showed me one of his toy teacups and asked, "Hey Mom, is this wine?"
Josh and I don't drink wine, so wondering where he even heard of it, I said, "Wine? What's wine?"
Matter of factly he stated, "It's what you drink when you get drunk."
What!? How does he even know what drunk is? Staying calm, I asked, "Who do you know that drinks wine?"
"Dad."
"I don't think Dad drinks wine."
"Yes he does."
"When?"
"When he gets drunk?"
Josh claims he's innocent!

Self-Esteem Push!

Our swingset in the backyard has become the summer hot spot! I enjoy playing with the kids on it everyday, but there is a certain phrase that is getting really old, really fast.......push me! Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy pushing the kids on the swings. It's just the whiny way they say it sort of makes my ears ring a little. So I told them that every time they needed a push, all they had to say was you're SO pretty! Hey, might as well get a little self-esteem boost while I'm at it, right!?
Ethan decided he wanted to change it up. (maybe he doesn't think I'm pretty?) He started saying, "You're SO cool!" everytime he needed a push.
Wondering why he changed it and a little impressed that he thinks I'm cool, I said, "I'm cool? Thanks!"
He responded, "Yeah, you're cool like Daddy and me. You have super powers now!"