NapjunkieMom

I was trying to get a few things together for a meeting I have this evening, and Jon was insisting, in a very loud voice, that he needed candy. I suggested, in a clear and precise voice, that he needed to find himself a healthy snack in the fridge. As he opened the fridge, he said, "I hate my life." Later, he did say, without prompting, "A healthy snack is a delicious snack."

I think Jon may have outgrown his playgroup. He didn't want to play on the little kid's playground today, and I asked him if it was because he was the oldest kid there. "Yeah, I'm the oldest, but I am the second craziest." Who is the craziest, you ask? "The babies."

We were driving to Bloomington and the boys were keeping themselves busy playing Pokemon. We'd hear such commands as "Headbutt" or "Rollout" or "Poisonpowder", when suddenly Jon said, "Show your undies!"

Jon was sitting at the dinner table, when he suddenly starting saying, "Lemon-lade, get your lemon-lade!" (For some reason, he has always pronounced lemonade that way). "Lemon-lade....No barf, no fat, just fruit...Lemon-lade!"