Robert makes up names for me all the time, usually nonsense names that sort of sound like a real words. After Sunday school at the Unitarian Universalist Church this morning, he said "You humanist." I asked him if he learned that word in Sunday school, and he swears he didn't. He also said he didn't learn anything in Sunday school this week, but he would next week.
Highlights of 2012, so far
Jon has taken to calling his brother "Mate". Jon: "I'm going to start cursing in Italian. Uno, dos, tres..." Love it when I wake up from a nap and Robert comes in like a large puppy and cuddles and says, "your breath smells like some kind of cheese." Jon to Jim: You have been deleted by the moderator. "What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more" Robert, in the shower. Robertism #1: I'm going to get naked. Don't you want to see me in all my glory? Consensus: Been there, done that. Robertism #2: The other night at dinner, Robert asked Jon burger could have a bite of his burger. Jon said no. He then sang (to the tune "Imperial March"), are you going to eat that burger? Jon did not yield. It was a good burger. As Jim was cutting into the rhubarb pie, he said "This looks a lot like chicken pot pie." "I'm glad it's not. I hate chicken," said Robert. "And
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