~Painting Conversations~

After attending one of those paint-it-yourself classes...

Mark:  "You know, Eamon thinks your painting is really good and that you should hang it up."

Me:  "Oh, that is so sweet, Eamon!  Since you like it that much, maybe we can hang it in your room?"

Eamon:  "Um, well, you still need to put up those other two super hero posters in my room like you said you would so..."

Me:  "Oh, right.  So you really won't have room for it on your wall.  Gotcha'.  Okay..."

*sigh*  When even a 7 year old doesn't want your painting displayed in his room, you know the Met won't be calling anytime soon.  ;)   

Popcorn Conversations

While watching some Clone Wars (Star Wars) episodes tonight...

Eamon:  "I don't know why but my brain is telling me that it wants hot chocolate and popcorn."

Me:  "Interesting..."

Eamon:  "What?  It really is!"

~Shower Conversations~

After getting home from Open House a little late tonight...

Mark:  "Go take a shower right away.  It's already past your story time."

Eamon:  <looking sad & pathetic>  "Mommy?  If it's already past my story time, doesn't that mean it's too late for me to take a shower?"

Me:  <used to him constantly trying to get out of showering>  "Are you seriously trying to get out of bathing again?"

Eamon:  <unable to hold the sad face and breaking into uncontrollable laugher>  "Yes?"

Me:  "Go shower!!!" 


That kid!  That stinky, stinky kid! ;)

~Dancing Conversations~

While watching Saturday morning TV...

Eamon:  "Did you know that my butt can dance?"

Me:  "Um, no...  Ok, let's see it."

Eamon:  <remains sprawled on his belly on the futon>

Me:  "What?  You're not even doing..." <realization slowly dawning>

Eamon:  <clenching and unclenching his butt cheek muscles so that they jiggle>  "See?"


My kid is such a weirdo.  I have NO idea where he gets it from! ;)

~Early Morning Conversations~

When Mark went to wake Eamon this morning, he found him sitting up in bed...

Mark:  "Oh, you're already up."

Eamon:  <groggily>  "Is it lunch time?"

Mark:  "No, it's morning."

Eamon:  <tries to lay back down to go to sleep>

~Never Again Conversations~

After asking Eamon to come downstairs...

Eamon:  <THUMPATHUMP-STOMPBAM-THUMPASTOMP-WHAMTHUMP!>

Me:  <having heart attack after hearing my son falling head over heels down the stairs and then trying to recover once I realize that he didn't fall down the stairs>  "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!  What did you even do!?  You know what?  I don't care what you did but don't you ever do it again!!!"   

Eamon:  <nonchalantly> "Ok, but that's just how I like to come down the stairs." 


Geez, I can already feel him taking years off my life and he's not even a teenager yet... :P

~Old Conversations~

While getting dressed for bedtime...

Eamon:  "I need to put on my shirt.  I'm getting bug bites all over.  I think that's how peope get old."

Me:  "What?"

Eamon:  "I think that's how people get wrinkly when they get old - the bugs just suck out lots of their blood." 

Hmm, the kid could be on to something... ;)