They happen so often, I don't appreciate the gems that they are.
The things he says or the way he says them are often...well, priceless.
Here a just a few from the past couple of days:
After losing yet another game of UNO (which he does not like to do) to his father (who never throws a game) he exclaims, "C'mon Daddy, I'M JUST A KID!"
At dinner one night, he asked if we had any more "dog balls" like we did the night before. In Alex -speak that'd be hushpuppies.
The other day, on the way back from the beach, we had just passed a Rest Area. I mean, I could still see it out of the corner of my eye, when we hear, "I HAF TO GO POTTY!" When we finally find a place to stop, his bladder must have been at maximum capacity because when he gets to the bathroom stall he turns to me and says, "This is gonna take a while. Can you count to a hundred?" For the record, I can and it did.
Yesterday at church we were singing a song familiar to him and he sang along with the first verse. When the second first started, he had stopped singing and Scott asked him why. "I'm singing with my bwain," he responded.
And my all time favorite happened a few months ago while giving him a bath. I questioned how he had gotten so much dirt underneath his nails. "Oh dats always been there," he said. "Even before I was born."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yep," he answered. "When I was in God's tummy, before I was born."
I love that boy and his budding theology.