Robert and Jon were riding bikes through an obstacle course, and Robert barely brushed one of the cones with this bike. Jon rode away in disgust and yelled, "He's causing mass chaos!"
Jon asked very cheekily, "Do you want to be spanked or what?" I chose not to respond. He said, "You chose "or not". You get a kiss." That sounded nice. He continued, "In the eye."
I peeked out the garage door to see Robert wasn't wearing his bike helmet. I called out, "Put your helmet on!" through the door. He said, "How'd you know?" "I can see through doors."
Some excerpts from Jon's latest literary effort (as dictated to mom): (1) The dark leader was checking the popularity charts and found out that he was number one. (2) The dark leader's henchman was making popcorn for the movie. (3) The giant hand, the keyslocker and his friend were preparing for the good guys-bad guys volleyball game.
I'm frequently at a loss for words. I was trying to say I needed to get something out of the garage, but couldn't think of the word, and Jon helpfully added, "You need to get something out of the dungeon?"
Jon has not been drinking much milk lately, and this evening, when I asked him to drink some of his milk, he said, "Needs butterscotch", and mimicked squeezing a squirt bottle into his cup.
After a long day of answering questions, Jon asked me why I closed the garage door, when I should be opening it. "It's a long story." I said. "Does it have pirates in it?" he asked.
It's 63 degrees, and Jon was hot and sweaty from running around the playground for over an hour. I told him that when we got home he could have a drink and rest. "I'd like cocoa. It's still winter."
Jim was filling out the forms for Jon's kindergarten registration, and had asked Jon which name he prefers to go by in school. He answered Jon, but later changed his mind. He wants to be known as "Jonnycakes".