Not Playing Favorites

Just noticed that my last several blog entries are all about the funny things Quinn says. I'm not playing favorites. He just comes up with things that make me laugh, because he views the world in such a unique way. I may not document it as much, but Colby spends most of HIS time laughing and corroborating what Quinn says. If he were capable of writing this blog, I think he'd be writing down the same things I am.

Colby's World

Quinn was telling me this morning about "Colby's World", where he apparently paid a visit yesterday. I asked him what "Colby's World" was. He just said "you know, when you turn round and round like a tornado until everything spins. That's Colby's World".

I find that intriguingly perceptive, and frighteningly accurate.

Frozen Quinn

Quinn went outside and grabbed a handful of our quickly-disappearing snow, and dubbed it his "pet Quinn". His pet snow now lives in our freezer, to be saved from what would've certainly been a liquid fate if left outdoors. He just told me that "Quinn is still frozen". He's been checking on his snow-pet regularly, to make sure he's still okay. Funny.

Courtesy of Boomerang

Quinn's new favorite expression... "Jumping JumpingJacks!!" I had no idea what that was all about... until I heard "jumping jehosophat" from some snaggle-puss or other from Cartoon Network's Boomerang... circa 1960 or so. OK then.

Humming

Cool moment in my life... just caught Quinn singing the song I wrote Reagan for her baptism. It was just in his head as he was blowing bubbles outside. Don't know why that makes me feel so good, but it does :)

The Recycling Easter Bunny

After finding his Easter basket this morning, Quinn suddenly stopped and said "HEEEYYYY... wait a minute! This is the same basket as LAST year!" I had to think fast...
"Oh, yeah. I set out the baskets from last year for the Easter bunny to reuse this year." So Earth friendly here. Mom is still up by one point. I don't know how much longer I WILL stay ahead of these boys, though. The Easter Bunny apparently left a bag full of grass and the wrappings/price tags for all the fun stuff in the boys' baskets on the coffe table by mistake. It made quite the stir this morning, as the boys thought there were such things as Easter Bags as well as baskets. Nope. Just an over-tired rabbit that didn't put things in the trash where they belonged!!!

A Special Dinner

Quinn is very into the "Cars" calendar he got for Christmas, and locates our "number" every day. Today is 9, on the month of "Doc" (that translates to "April 9th", for all you people using a traditional calendar). Tonight at dinner, he kept telling us that tomorrow was 10, and that meant he got a SPECIAL DINNER!

Dad: "No, you mean 12 is the special dinner. That's Easter."
Quinn: "Today is 9. Tomorrow is 10. 10 is the special dinner."
Mom: "No, the special dinner is in 3 days. Easter is in 3 days."
Quinn: "NO! 10 is the special dinner!"
Mom and Dad, to each other: "WHAT is he talking about???"
Quinn (hauling a stool into the pantry): "I'll show you."
Mom: "What are you doing in the pantry? Come back to the table."
Quinn: "It's my special dinner for 10!!"

Quinn climbed up on a stool in the pantry, and came out with two cans of Spaghettios. Tomorrow is 10, which means mom is at work, and Dad cooks dinner. Or opens a can of Spaghettios, which the boys haven't had in about 2 years. And which he is obviously looking forward to more than any old Easter dinner!!