NapjunkieMom

I was carrying a kitchen size trash bag in my hands and Jon asked, "Is that my trick or treat bag?"

For some reason, Jim was tormenting us by making us listen to "krautrock" this evening. Jon's opinion: "This music is unforgivable."

Jon is learning to write his letters in preschool. Last Friday, he turned in his first homework assignment. On Monday, he declared, "Ah, a day without homework!", like he'd been spending his whole life doing homework.

We were leaving the Pokemon League today and Jon said, "I didn't lose my mojo."

Jim: "Get in the bathtub." Robert: "Speak to my lawyer." Robert: "Let's have a sleepover." Jon: "Let's have a sleepapart." Mary: "What was that noise?" Jon: "My tailfin."

I asked Jon what he wanted for breakfast this morning, and he smiled and said, "Your heart." Thankfully, he settled for frosted mini-wheats.

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."