Talking with my kids

Here are a couple conversations I never want to forget.....

Me:  We should give Papa John some of the pictures we took today.
Max: Yeah, but not all of them I want to keep some.
Me:  We'll make some copies of the pictures for him.
Max: Okay....but have Uncle Jake make the copies.
Me: Huh?
Max:  Yeah, I heard he's a good copier guy.  :)

(My brother-in-law; Jacob, is a salesman that specializes in copier sales)


Charlie put Kaysie to bed the other night and after he checked on her one last time, convinced she was almost asleep, he came to bed.  A few hours passed and at about 11:30 I heard footsteps on the stairs.  I figured it was Max creeping up to tell me he had a bad dream and I told him to go back to bed.  He didn't say anything and I didn't hear anything else, so I assumed he went back to bed.  A little while later I heard more steps on the stairs.  I got up to see what he was doing and as I rounded the corner I was surprised at who was standing outside my doorway....it was Kaysie.  She looked up at me and said, "Max sleeping, shh."  That little turkey had snuck down the stairs and tried to get Max up. 


Max:  Can I have an apple?
Me:  We don't have any apples, do you want a plum?
Max:  What's a plum?
Me:  Well, it's kind of like an apple, but softer.
Max:  Soft, you say?
"Soft, you say????  Who talks like that?  My son is an 80 year old man trapped in a 5-year-old body!