Noah and the Spelling Homework:
Noah: "I have spelling due Wednesday, will you help me?"
I pulled out the sliding shelf in my desk and said, "Come sit down. Be my friend."
Noah: "You already are my friend...(pause)distantly."
Me: (scribbling down what Noah said).
Noah: "Do you write down everything I say?"
Noah and the Book of Weird Facts
While I was digital scraping photos of Noah's Pinewood Derby he was on the couch reading Rachel's newest Book Fair acquisition Weird But True 300 Outrageous Facts. "Did you..." preceded every entry he read to me. After several entries he said, "Did you know the average yawn last 6 seconds?"
Then, Noah yawned.
Noah asked, "Did you time that?"
Me: "No."
Noah: "Crap!"
Noah and the Harp:
My mom returned my phone call this evening and Noah took the opportunity to speak with her. While they were talking she could hear Eve practicing the piano.
She asked Noah: "Is there any musical instrument you would like to play?"
Noah: (Thinks for a little bit) "The Butt Harp!"
As my mom tells me this story my stepfather, Jim, is listening in the background and adds these clever quips, "I guess you call that a wind instrument." Then, he said: "And he is going to be the one cleaning his own reed!"
I hope to post some layots this week. Later, Peeps!
3 comments:
Noah and the Butt Harp - that leaves me speechless - just speechless.
Once again I am reminded of the six-year old little girl with the blonde hair running in and out of the room with her copy of "100 elephant jokes". She started every interuption with "...how many elephants...". I like having grandkids to fill that gap in time.
Honestly, you could do a whole book on Noahisms. He cracks me up.
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