Funny Five

My cutie patooter.

My funny little guy Bex cracks me up every day. He’s 5 years old, in Kindergarten right now, and I can’t believe some of the lines that come out of his sweet little mouth.

Yesterday after school, I asked him a question and he cheerily replied, “You GOT IT, Mister!”

Mister? Where does he get this stuff? Then later, I overheard him watching something in French on YouTube. I heard French adult voices and then a loud whirring noise. Oh no, I thought, has he come across something…inappropriate?

French macarons.

I asked him what he was watching and when I ran over, it was a video of “How to Make French Macarons” which are light airy cookies and they are divine.

But I mean, really. Angry Birds, Thomas the Train, dinosaurs, Mario Brother’s games, yes…but my son wants to watch how to bake delicate French cookies on YouTube?

“Do you like to bake?” I asked. “Yes I do,” my little guy confidently replied.

He slays me…and he also makes me realize I need to bake more for (and with) him, poor deprived kid! His Nana does bake with him every other weekend, though.

But this line took the cake yesterday, he looked up at me and asked casually: “So, everybody’s house is clean but ours?”

*Cringe!* I had to giggle. My husband and I are not the neatest, most organized people in the world when it comes to housework. We’re not quite “Hoarders,” but I’d rather do anything creative than clean…

I do like it to be clean, I just want somebody else to do it. Magic fairies, probably.

One big problem right now is that Bex has accumulated so many freakin’ toys over his five years of life so far, and we’ve barely thrown anything out. Books, also, because he keeps rediscovering things I though he was already sick of, or “over.”

Each time my boy rediscovers some sweet stuffed animal he used to love and that night he wants to sleep with it, or he puts it on my head and messes up my hair by rubbing it over my noggin and giving me the frizzies (“Mommy, there’s a stuffed seal on your head!”)–

Each time that happens, I think, “See? I’m soooo glad I never threw out that awesome toy/book/etc.! I’m saving us money by being a lazy slob!”

He also loves trains, and was way into dinosaurs before the train phase, so we have gazillions of train track pieces that he’s always playing with on the floor every day. It barely makes any sense to dismantle all of it, because he’ll just pull it out again the next day.

What I really think we need to do is to spend one or two hours going through each toy piece by piece and asking him if he wants to keep each item, then donate or throw out the rest. We can make it a fun project.

What his innocent question led to was me guiltily asking my child if he wanted to clean the house with me, and he said yes, so we cleaned up his toys for about an hour.

Part way through, he got bored and wanted to play a game instead, but I said we should finishing cleaning first- we were almost done at that point.

He looked at me and replied, “Ok, Your Royal Highness.”

Well, he’s the Prince of this messy castle, but at least he knows Mommy’s the Queen.

XOXO-

~ Heidi