Andrew:  When there is lighting, does that mean that God is mad?

After a little bit of discussion, the boys began to discuss other weather patterns and tried to relate them to God.

Ben:  If it is raining, God is crying . . . or maybe spilling water.

Andrew: . . . . or peeing?!?

After a quick chuckle, we explained . . . No, definitely not peeing.  By then it was too late . . . let the bodily functions begin . . .

Andrew:  Thunder means he’s burping . . .

Ben:  . . . or farting.

Ok, so our boys have learned bathroom humor . . . God, please forgive them.

Dad:  *looking down at the spaghetti spot on his shirt*

Mom:  Nice

Ben:  Mom, I know you told me not to watch too much TV but can I tell you something.

Mom:  What’s that Ben?

Ben:  Oxi Clean removes stains fast . . . that’s what it said on TV.

Ok, maybe they are watching too much TV.  You don’t realize how much kids soak in until they start reciting tag lines from commercials to you.  Another related story was when we were on vacation, we were trying to think of something for lunch . . .

Mom:  Hey boys, how about Subway?

Ben and Andrew:  *at the same time*  EAT FRESH!

Ok, time to cut down on TV time.

Dad:  Ben, does daddy’s haircut look good?

Ben:  If I said no, would you feel bad?

Dad:  Why does it look bad?

Ben:  Oh, no dad . . . you look handsome.

I think I’m being paranoid now because I sensed some sarcasm in that last statement

Andrew is a big fan of using the big boy urinals (even if it means tip toeing to reach it as dad nervously watches on).  Even though he thinks of himself as a big boy for standing up, he gives everyone a reminder of how young he is by dropping his pants and drawers all the way down to his ankles, as all kids his age do.

While at the mall, Andrew gave dad that look of panic, so without exchanging words, we were headed toward the bathroom.  Ben didn’t need to go, so as we entered the bathroom, Ben found a place to sit near Andrew as he patiently waited.  At the time we were the only ones in the bathroom and dad was suffering though the normal “yeah you did, no I didn’t, yeah you did,  . . . ” conversations.  Suddenly, someone came walking in and the conversation stopped.  Andrew was still going at the urinal, and as the person walked past, Ben took both of his hands and made a mini wall to cover-up Andrew’s bottom from the person passing by.  Although no words were said, Ben’s eyes gave him the look of “Nothing to see here, keep it moving!”

Ben definitely takes on the responsibility to protect his brother.  Dad shared the story with Mom for a good chuckle.

Ben:  Oh Dad, I got a phone number.

Dad:  What?

Ben: A girl at school gave me her phone number so I gave her mine.

Ben reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to Dad.  Opening up the paper, in green highlighter was some numbers.  Very cute . . . instead of 507 it read 705.  There were other 7′s and all the sevens were written backwards.  A few dashes and a total of about 12 digits.  (I might try to post a picture of the written number)

This was too cute.

Dad: *smiling* Ben . . . go show your mom.

Here are a couple of dooseys:

A couple more bites

Mom:  Ben, just take a couple of more bites and your done.

Ben:  (questioning look on his face) . . . so what does that mean . . . two, three, four?

I think Ben has learned that the definition of a couple is proportionate to the mood Mom and Dad are in . . . that day it meant two.  Thanks for asking though.

Genius

Ben:  Dad, I’m a genius . . . (long pause) . . . whatever that is.

Ben and Andrew have a way of reminding Mom and Dad of looking for humor in everyday life.  We will try to document these instances on this blog . . . stay tuned for more.