Thursday, April 16, 2015

Benjamin Babble II

Scene: Listening to The Beach Boys in the car (borrowed from friends) and the song Fun, Fun Fun (until Daddy takes the T-Bird away) comes on. It ends.
Benjamin: "Again. The Daddy Take the Kefir Away song."


Scene: Telling me what they do/sing in preschool. Starts in on saying the Pledge of Allegiance + a song that they sing to follow. Recites the whole thing, not accurately, but surprisingly well for his age!
Benjamin: "Pledge Allegiance to the Flag ... Red white and blue, I love you. Your flag and my flag, red white and blue... okay put your flags away and go to your seats."


Scene: Opening kitchen cabinet doors and stacking Tupperware and such, talking to sister.
Benjamin: "Claire Mae Wilson, this is a factory (loves calling her by her full name)."


Scene: Leaving Benjamin with my parents (in Arizona) to go for a 3-hr hike (who he loves and has never fought to be left with ANYONE, he's that chill). We get down the hall and hear him wailing. Return and he was in the process of losing his mind.
Me: "We're just going for a walk and will be back in a bit, but we can't take you."
Benjamin: "You can take me and push me in the stroller."
Me: "No, the stroller can't come on this walk."
Benjamin: "Yes it can. You can push it."


Scene: Claire falls and bumps her head on the nightstand, making her look like we beat her. Which we don't, in case my obsession with her wasn't clear. Benjamin is on the bed about 5 ft. away. Comes down from bed once he hears her crying.
Benjamin: {comes over and embraces her} "I'm going to help Claire." (this empathy thing is RARE and totally amazing when it happens!)


Scene: Driving away from Dad's work after having lunch with him.
Benjamin: "I want Daddy be in the car, too, but Daddy's at work."


Scene: Talking about a movie he saw at Redbox that he wanted to rent (Barbie Princess), because it's pink and he loves pink.
Benjamin: "I cannot watch Barbecue Princess. Barbecue Princess is not good for my belly (I tell him it's not good for his brain, because BARBIE. He must have confused it with things I tell him aren't good to have too much of-- sweets.)"


Scene: Driving home from the train restaurant tonight.
Benjamin: "Do you not have a penis, Mommy? Mommy does not have a penis. Claire does not have a penis. Benjamin and Daddy have a penis. Claire, do you have a wugina?"
Claire: "No (she says no to everything, because she doesn't know to answer any other way)."
Benjamin: "Mommy, Claire say no, she doesn't have a wugina."



Laura Jane said... [Reply to comment]

" okay put your flags away and go to your seats."
- classic!

And the wugina. bahhaa

Julie said... [Reply to comment]

Oh my gooooooooood, these are my very favorite kinds of posts. You just can't make this stuff UP! There are at least 4 that I'd love to commit to memory to tell whoever will listen. Oh Ben, man, you're rich with everything wonderful about being a kid.
Ok, favorites: Barbecue Princess (wahahahah!!), anything penis/wugina related in toddlers, "…take the Kefir away…" (you're so healthy over there), and I think the one that takes the cake is the preschool routine. All I can do is shake my head with a smile that covers my whole being…love love love it.
And super impressed you remember all this stuff. I can't remember the 10 priceless things Cate says every day for more than about 2 minutes most of the time.
Yay you!!

Caroline said... [Reply to comment]

Wugina. Oh. My. God. I love that kid.

Brie said... [Reply to comment]

Lol. The last convo happens almost daily in my house..only us girls have Baginas instead of wuginas

LookItsJessica said... [Reply to comment]

"Daddy take the Kefir away" HAHAHA!

A is also obsessed with Barbie and we don't really let her watch it either. All the characters are made to look completely dumb, shallow, and superficial. Give me Tinkerbell any day!

A Few Good Eggs said... [Reply to comment]

Kefir! OMG. That cracked me up. These are so funny.

Mama Bear said... [Reply to comment]

I love these things that they say! Good job recording some of them.