Roman has cracked me up today, so I didn't want to miss a chance to preserve this memory forever.
We were in the car, and out of the blue he says "Mom, you're a baby making machine." Then he says, "Wait, what's a baby making machine?", as if he is double checking himself. I explained it's someone who has a lot of babies. He sat there for a few seconds and then replied "Yes, that's what you are, a baby making machine." Thanks for that.
Moments later, we were still in the car and we were listening to "Kids Place" on XM radio. Some toddler song was playing and a verse in it was "Life is so easy...". Without missing a beat, Roman says "Life is hard!" He's five. Really?!
Tonight, as I was clipping his fingernails after he got out the tub, he says "I can't wait to go show Daddy how gorgeous I am when you're done". I giggled. He says, "Wait, what does gorgeous mean?" I explained that it is someone who is "handsome, good looking, cute". He says, "Then why did you laugh??" I had to inform him that he is gorgeous ALL the time, not just when he gets his fingernails clipped. He accepted that reply.
My Mr. Personality!
CHRONICLING THE DAILY LIVES OF FOUR CUTE BOYS, THEIR FATHER, AND A MOTHER TRYING TO SURVIVE IT ALL WITH A LITTLE BIT OF SANITY LEFT.
