~Fasted Conversations~

After eating a late breakfast yesterday morning...

Me:  "You need to get off the computer now and do some chores."

Eamon:  "Ok.  What time is it?"

Me:  "10:30."

Eamon:  <matter-of-factly> "Ok.  I'll eat lunch in 30 minutes."

Me:  "What?!  You JUST had breakfast 30 minutes ago!"

Eamon:  <plaintively>  "But I gotta' eat."

Me:  "Every hour?"

Eamon:  "Yeah."


We are going to be in so much trouble when this kid hits puberty full-on! ;) 

~Rivaled Conversations~

This conversation is actually from April 17, 2011.  Thanks for the memories, Facebook! ;) 

Today's Car Conversation w/ (5 yr old) Eamon:

Eamon: "I don't like 'dat 'da car in front of us likes Clemson. 'Cuz we like CVS."

Me: "You mean USC?"

Eamon: "Oh yeah."

CVS, USC, same difference, right?  

I mean, up until last year, Eamon thought that 

USC stood for United States of Columbia. ;) 

~Territorial Conversations~

One sunny afternoon in the backyard...

Eamon:  <giggling like he was up to something>

Me:  "Ok, what are you up to?"

Eamon:  <still giggling>  "I peed in the yard!"

Me:  <somewhat surprised but unsure why this was news>  "Ok, and ...?"

Eamon:  "I don't think Ziggy likes it when  I do that!  She goes to the exact same spot right and pees where I do!"

Me:  <watching as Ziggy does exactly that>  "Huh, that's interesting.  Well, we don't want to drive her crazy so don't..."

Eamon:  <giggling>  "I'm going to do it again!"

Let's just hope Mark doesn't get in on this too or else the poor dog really will lose it. ;) 

Poor traumatized Ziggy! ;) 

~Heeled Conversations~

Yesterday...

Me:  "Ohmigod, look at your shoes!"

Eamon: "What?  They're fine."

Me:  "No, they're not!  They look terrible!  I can't stand it anymore.  We're getting new ones while we're out."

Eamon:  <whining>  "Nooo!  I don't need new shoes!  Really, these are fine!"

Me:  "Eamon, you look like a rag-a-muffin and I look like an awful mother!  You're getting new shoes!"

Eamon:  <grumbling>  

Thirty minutes later in the shoe aisle...

Eamon:  <in ecstasy> "WHOA!!  Look at the red ones!  Oooh, and the black ones!  Can we get both pairs?  These are AWESOME!" 

Me:  "I thought you didn't want new shoes..."

Eamon:  <catching himself>  "Well, I mean these are ok, for new shoes.  But I didn't NEED them."

Just substitute any article of clothing with "shoes" in this conversation and it's one that we have over and over and over in this household.  Eamon never got to meet his Grandpa John but anyone who knew my dad knows that wearing-clothing-until-it-falls-off-in-shreds-or-new-garments-are-forced-upon-you is a trait that he definitely passed down to his grandson! ;)  

~Bedhead Conversations~

Yesterday morning...

Eamon: <staggering sleepily into the TV room>  "Mommy, did you come into my room in the middle of the night and flip me upside down?"

Me:  "Um, what?!"

Eamon:  <sleepily> "Well, I woke upside down and facing the wrong way in bed so I thought you or daddy had to have flipped me while I was asleep."

Me:  <suppressing giggles that he would think it was us rather than him tossing and turning in his sleep>  "Um, no... that wasn't me.  Why don't check with your dad though?"

After his dad comes into the TV room...

Eamon:  "Daddy, did you flip me upside down in bed last night?"

Mark:  <blank look>

Me:  <trying to keep a straight face>  "Yes, apparently Eamon woke up upside down in bed so he figured one of us must be to blame."

Mark:  <mischievously> "Well, now that you mention it, that does sound like something I would do." 

Eamon:  <still sleepy>  "I thought so." 

Just for the record, all bed-flipping was done solely by Eamon and his REM cycle!

~Measured Conversations~

While playing with my old folding measuring stick...

Eamon:  "Guess how tall I am?"

Me:  "Umm, I can't remember.  How tall?"

Eamon:  "Twenty-four!"

Me:  "Twenty-four what?"

Eamon:  "Inches."

Me:  "You are not twenty-four inches tall.  That's two feet.  Do you really think you're only two feet tall?"

Eamon:  "That's what it says.  You said this is the inches side."

Me:  "It would help if you weren't holding the measuring stick upside down."

Eamon:  "Ohhhhh..."

And this from my straight-A, honor roll, math/science whiz, future engineer!  :P  

~Painted Conversations~

Today's Habitat for Humanity House Painting...

Good News: My 10 yr old was NOT the one who accidentally knocked a can of paint over onto the floor (nor was it me)! 

Bad News: Apparently 10 yr olds are only good for 1.5 hrs of painting before they start running in circles around the room, making one big roller-brush stripe around the middle of the walls, and repeatedly tossing a wooden paint-brush-extender into the air and (sometimes) catching it.  

Yep, time to go...

5 more minutes and he probably would have pulled a William Wallace 

and painted his face instead of just his clothes.  ;)