Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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last night, a shirtless caleb came up to me and, pointing to his chest, said: "dad, how are my 'nickles'? are they growing?"
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i get the cooper five
- the cooperfive
- we are a family of five consisting of jeremy (dad), aimee (mom), jameson (son 1), caleb (son 2), and colston (son 3).
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colston is in the process of getting potty-trained, thus, it is not uncommon to see him running around without any pants/underwear on. i just saw him drag his rocking horse out of his room into the loft area and then climb onto it completely bottomless. that's bareback riding in its purest form.
caleb was over at a friend's house the other day and said "oh, crap!" for some reason. the friend, flabbergasted, queried, "you're allowed to say 'crap'? we're not allowed to say that." caleb replied, "yes, i just can't say, 'oh my heck!' that's bad... but do you want to know what's really bad? 'oh, sh!t!'"
jameson and his cousin, cooper, were watching television and someone said the words "damn it." upon hearing the words, an argument between the two cousins ensued as to whether "damn it" was a swear word. cooper, eager to resolve the dispute, inquired of me, his elder, for verification on the matter by asking "uncle jeremy, "'damn it' is a swear word isn't it?" but before i had a chance to reply, jameson, my son, defiantly, yet matter-of-factly, answered: "no, it's not a swear word, my mom says it all the time."
aim just had the stethoscope out and was letting the boys listen to their hearts beat. after several fruitless attempts to hear his hear beat, caleb gave up and said "see, i told you, i don't have a heart!" jameson then replied, "caleb, you must be davy jones, then."
one day i finished off a bowl of ice cream that belonged to caleb thinking he was done. when he discovered his ice cream was gone and that i had eaten it, i came clean and apologized saying, "caleb, i'm sorry i ate it, i didn't realize you weren't done." his reply: a very stern "'sorry' doesn't cut it, dad!" guess he's heard that one before.
caleb and jameson were talking about what kind of jobs they would like to have when they grow up and jameson asked caleb if he would like to be a construction worker to which caleb responded, "no, i don't want to do that... i don't want to get all sweaty." caleb is very concerned about "getting all sweaty" since he will commonly cite this as an apparently valid reason for not doing various physically taxing tasks such as putting away his shoes or taking the trash out to the garbage can from the kitchen. heaven forbid the kid get too sweaty.
not long ago, one of our children did not make it to the bathroom in time to take care of business. when i asked him why he didn't go as soon as he started feeling the urge, he said; "dad, it just fell out."
this is an old one, but a sample of the many classics i could (and intend to) post on here from my dear mother. shortly after colston was born, kenna jo asked during her congratulatory visit if we had castrated the boy yet. i think (hope) she meant circumcise. it must have been really early... something like 10 am.
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