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After much delay, and I don't know how much anticipation (nobody told me they missed it! sniff!), the 2012 Warren Family Kissmas Card Type Thing is available! Get yours now! We're out of ink, and can't afford to mail 'em anywho! =)

(To be fair, the kids did there poems in time, it's mine that was a bit later than last minute!)
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Mr. B: How do you spell "Mahna Mahna"?

Rachel, Justin, Me: Do doo be-do-do

Mr. B: No! How do you spell "Mahna Mahna"?

Rachel, Justin, Me: Do do-do do

Mr. B: Arrggh! How do you spell "Mahna Mahna"!!!

Rachel, Justin, Me: Do doo be-do-do be-do-do be-do-do be-do-do-doodle do do do-doo do!

(Repeat three times, with variations)

Mr. B: How do you spell "Do doo be-do-do"?

Rachel, Justin, Me: Mahna Mahna

Mr. B: How do you spell "Do do-do do"?

Rachel, Justin, Me: Mahna Mahna

Mr. B: How do you spell "Do doo be-do-do be-do-do be-do-do be-do-do-doodle do do do-doo do!"?

Me: (improv on Birdland)... Mahna Mahna...

Mr. B: But how do you spell "Mahna Mahna"?

Me: The question is, how do you spell it?

Mr. B: I T!
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To be or not to be, that is *the* question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows in outrageous fortune...

-- quoted, out of nowhere, while finishing off his lunch (he picked it up while Rachel was trying to memorize it last year)
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"I flopped on your belly. Heh. I like that sentence." - how I woke up this morning...


Sep. 7th, 2009 08:27 pm
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"My sleep fu is great!" Goes into guard position, rolls backwards, snoring before he hits the ground

"I'll get you with hug fu!" jumps on Rachel with a huge hug "That's another word for fall down tackle hug!"

Mr. B: "Nuggie fu! Now that's preposterous!"
Deb: "Who taught you that word?"
Mr. B: "Me!"

Disclaimer: We spent the previous half hour using "preposterous" over and over in hopes he would use it in front of Deb. That's what she gets for not reading this! =P


Sep. 5th, 2009 12:48 pm
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That Mr. B, he's one schmott guy.

Sitting there, eating breakfast, he turned to me and said "My birthday is in six days."

Apparently, he's been doing this for a few days now, correctly subtracting one each day to get to the right number.

Only thing is, he hasn't formerly been taught any addition or subtraction. He just started kindergarten a few weeks ago, and is still on some of the basic introductory math type stuff.

And to think, the school district decided that since he wasn't five on the first day of September, he would be forced to start kindergarten next year.*

Yep, he's one schmott guy. All he needs is a hat.

* We had this problem, slightly more legitimately so, with Rachel's late December birthday and a more typical cutoff date of late October/early November, and that was what started us in on homeschooling in the first place. Rachel is now in seventh grade and hasn't had any problems advancing beyond what other kids a year older than her can do.
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"Gosh, that was a close one!" "Gosh" is his all-purpose statement, used every few minutes

"Oh chips & dip!" Used when the chips hit the fan, so to speak

"Strawberries & dip, I didn't see that coming!" Strawberries replace chips when he wants to be silly; he said the entire thing last week, and I don't recall the context ~ a movie, maybe?

"This game is not too violent..." Trying to convince us about the game online...

"Oh, you can throw the chickens at him..." ...and not really convincing us all that much
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"When I was older than god ~ like 15 ~ I beat up lots of bad guys. But when you're real old and 15 you die."

This is from 2-4 months ago. I wrote it down, but I don't think I posted it before. If I did post it, I didn't tag it properly.

In more recent news, he has decided that Deb is 90 years old and I am 60 years old.


Aug. 4th, 2009 12:47 pm
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"Justin, why aren't you talking? You know, opening your mouth and talking?"
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Mr. B, with big grin: "Ahhhhhhh..."
Me: "Did you just finish all of your breakfast?"
Mr. B: "No. I still have cereal. I just drank all of my milk in one gulp. On purpose. That's a good thing, not a bad thing."
Mr. B, during the last couple of bites: "Mmmm mmmm mmmm"
Mr. B, done: "Done!"

~ ~ ~

Mr. B, to Rachel, who helped him at a game: "Wow, you're darn fucking good!"

(Mr. B was informed that he should avoid that word, and that he has permission to yell at mommy when she uses that word...)

~ ~ ~

I wish I had kept track of all the amusing or shocking things the other kids had said ~ Rachel has a lot of her early years on video, for [profile] aequitaslevitas, he was tracked by the 35mm film camera.

Here are a couple Justinsms:

"picklenickel" ~ a type of bagel or bread

"both three of them" ~ it took about 2-3 years before this phrase was completely out of his lexicon

I don't recall Rachel's first swear... I do remember the time when our inner door, after a very small hall, used to stick, and on one cold day, the three of us in big bulky jackets, and I was fighting it, a 2 year old [profile] aequitaslevitas was trying to push through underfoot, and the outer door had just closed, bumping Deb into the two of us, and [profile] aequitaslevitas said: "Open up the damn door!"
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Mr. B: "Shhh... we're looking for lions..."
Deb: "Lions?"
Mr. B: "Yes... I think I see one over there in the tall grass..."
Deb, thinking to play along: "Oh, did I just hear a lion... listen..."
Mr. B, listening: "Silly, that's just the wind."

~ ~ ~

Mr. B, in the bathtub: "I saw a lion outside once."
Me: "Was it at a zoo?"
Mr. B: "Yes, it was at a zoo."
Me: "Have you ever been to the zoo?"
Mr. B: "Yes, I was there when I was zero years old. They kept me in a cage."
Me: "In a cage?"
Mr. B: "A mean person caught me and put me in a cage. And then I broke right out of that cage. And I broke right through the mean person, too. By accident."
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He's back from his journey to far-off Massachusetts!

Here he is in a piratey hat from last Saturday's party, with a Rrrrrrrrrr for [personal profile] elionwyr:

Mr. B and the Piratey Hat
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My mom's dad used to like to mis-read cards. Drove my grandmother nuts when he would read a Father's Day card as "Happy Fathead's Day"... and, of course, it set us grandkids to giggling. Grandma was even less impressed when he'd try to help her read her "Happy Meathead's Day" cards, of course... =)

I miss both of my grandfathers, but the loss of my dad a few years back changes the mood a bit. Not all that much, because Father's Day is really more about the children than the father himself.

Mr. B and Rachel are off in the wilds of western Massachusetts today, so I do miss entertaining them with all the talk of being a Fathead, but I did talk to them on the phone earlier. They authorized [profile] aequitaslevitas to hand out the loot, and so in a little bit we're going to listen to Dream Theater's Systematic Chaos and watch Ian Anderson Plays the Orchestral Jethro Tull.

[profile] aequitaslevitas ran out this morning to pick up bagels and cream cheese (nearest deli that knows what bagels are is about an hour round trip, not counting time to stand in line...) so all is well on that front...
ellyssian: (Me n' the B)
[Poor kid woke up in the middle of the night with a hacking cough, and he wasn't feeling too great this morning...]

hoarsely: I caught a computer virus from spending too much time on the computer...
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Rachel is done with 6th grade ~ the evaluator was by and everything was great, so now they just have to drop off her portfolio at the school district.

[profile] aequitaslevitas finished off his 11th grade year today as well, with his last virtual class, and his Latin final. He doesn't get all that much of a break ~ I think he's taking some more college courses over the summer...

Mr. B is reading through his flashcards, so he's all primed and ready for kindergarten next year, and Rachel's about to assist him with getting his chameleon suit because it's a really hard part that he can't do so good (says Mr. B, in reference to Spy Island on Poptropica).


Jun. 2nd, 2009 07:05 pm
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Mr. B: What's the Latin word of the day?
computer: radix... radix
Mr. B: radix
Deb: It means root. Here's he French word...
computer: forte... forte
Mr. B: forte
Deb: It means strong.
Mr. B: Like fortress! A fortress is strong!

~ ~ ~

Mr. B: That will cause an enormous amount of problems.

~ ~ ~

Mr. B: I have good news and bad news for you... there's somebody running fast that I can't catch... that's the bad news.
Me: What's the good news?
Mr. B: The bowling ball snow ghost is good. I thought he was just going to get me three times and then go home, but he became good.
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Mr. B starts giggling at lunch. And then Mr. B, age four and three quarters and three days old sayeth:

"What happens to a dream deferred?

"Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore --
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over --
Like a syrupy sweet?

"Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

"Or does it explode?"

~ ~ ~

That would be Harlem, by Langston Hughes that he recited.

I wasn't here for that, but Deb just called him over and he said it for me.
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"How many penguins does it take to change a lightbulb?

Answer under the cut... )


May. 9th, 2009 01:33 pm
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Mr. B, upon looking out the window this morning:

"There's a whole new day out there, and it's fun!"

and a little later, same location:

"There's a whole world out there, and I'm missing it!"


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