Sunday, August 3rd
Luke: Dad? When you eat food do you get more energy and grow up more and more?
Pete: I think I am done growing up Luke. I might grow a different way.
(brief pause- gears turning)
Luke: Are you growing down and down?
Thursday, June 13, 2014
After commending Luke on a job well done in puttingon his PJ's by himself only needing assistance with the buttons.
Luke: Uh, yeah. That's tuz I'm a-yergic
Me: Allergic to what?
Luke: I'm a-yergic to buttons.
Friday, June 6th, 2014
Pete pounding on the ceiling preparing for installation of new ceiling fan.
Luke: Daddy, what are you doing?
Pete: I'm trying to find a stud.
A little later Luke returns to say, "I think you found one. I hear it knocking back."
Saturday, May 10th, 2014 on the 35 minute ride home from a surprise birthday party for one of my friends Luke talked the entire way. The last questions circulated around "How do they make cupholders? How do they make cups?" I had communicated the idea of using plastic and molds and the conversation continues...
Luke: How do they make blankets?
Me: Blankets are made out of material and sown together.
Luke: Mommy? Did you make my blankets?
Me: No. We bought your blankets.
L uke: But Mommy, you made Daddy's blankets right?
Me: Yes I made Daddy's blankets.
Luke: Who made my blankets.
Me: I don't know who made your blankets. We bought them from the store.
Luke: But I know who made my blankets.
Me: Oh, yeah? Who?
Luke: A Chinese person made my blankets.
I erupt into laughter.
Luke: Daddy told me that.
...and as an encore. My Uncle Kenny posted the following image a few days after the blanket conversation:
Early in Lent of 2014 as we were leaving our parish after Stations of the Cross and our priest was congratulating us and inquiring about our new addition.
Msgr: What are you going to get? A boy or a girl?
Luke: A sister. I already have a brother.
Mid-February after returning from a weekend roadtrip to Maryland/DC via the turnpike.
Mom: Hearing, seeing, and smelling Luke as he raced throughout the main floor of the house- Luke, do you have gassers?
Luke: with a shrug of his shoulders- They are just my rumble strips, mom.
Luke (2.5years): Mommy, why do you have a cross on your back? (referring to the tattoo I got my sophomore year of college)
Me: Because I love Jesus.
Luke: But I don't like that cross there.
Me: slightly remorseful obviously not considering this conversation when I had the mark made-Well, I'm sorry Luke, but it is permanent. I cannot get it off.
Luke: turning to run downstairs- Oh. Okay. I will go and get my eraser on my easel.
Luke: returning with eraser in hand rubbing it on my back- It won't come off!
Luke (2.5 years) to UPS man making a delivery during Grandma Schafer's watch: I want to be a trut driver when I det bid.
UPS man: Don't drive a truck kid. Go to college.
Luke (later in the day after much thoughtful consideration and audibly upset): But dramm-ma. I don't wanna doe to tollege. I want to drive a trut.
Sometime in the near future when Grandma Angie and Grandpa Steve were visiting and had heard of the account...
Grandma Angie: Luke, do you want to go to college when you grow up?
Luke (immediately enraged with big tears and red face): I don't want to doe to tollege! I want to drive a trut! tantrum ensues for another 5 minutes
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