Booby Juice

Lucas-isms 7

I was cleaning up after dinner and Husband was taking the boys out to play in the backyard:

Lucas:  Can I go outside in my socks?

Husband:  Sure, it's okay.

Lucas:  Mommy, is it okay?

Me:  Sure it is.

Husband:  Why'd you ask Mommy if it was okay?  If one of us says something is okay, then it's okay.

Lucas:  Mommy, is that okay?

That's my boy -- he knows who's boss!

Lucas-isms 6

I called home from work yesterday and this is the conversation I had with Lucas:

Lucas:  You know Mommy, Daddy's Day is over.  Today is Kid's Day.  Kids every where get presents today.

Me:  Really?  Where did you hear that?

Lucas:  My super powers told my brain this.

How can a mother argue with this "logic"?

Lucas-isms 5

Lucas and Husband were playing in bed when Lucas popped Husband on the head with his wooden toy snake.

Husband:  You just hit me in the head with the snake.  If you do that again I will take the snake away.
Lucas:  Do you want the snake to say he's sorry?
Husband:  Yes.
Lucas:  Ask him.
Husband:  Snake, will you say you're sorry?
Lucas:  Daddy, he can't hear.  He doesn't have any ears.

Sucker!

Lucas-isms 4

This evening, Lucas and I were playing outside.  When I looked up in the sky a half moon was as plain as day, even though it wasn't even yet dusk. "Lucas, look at the moon," I said pointing up.

Lucas looked up, and seeing only half of the moon he inquired, "Mommy, who broke the moon?"

Lucas-isms 3

Me:  Look Lucas!  Here are Power Ranger and Spider-Man undies.  Aren't they cool? (using as much excitement as I can muster)
Lucas:  And look at these, Mommy -- Ninja Turtle undies! (equally as excited)
Me:  Why don't we start potty training and Mommy will buy you these undies?  (still excited)
Lucas:  Um..... no thank you.

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Lucas had been begging and pleading for a plastic sword, similar to the one his best bud and our neighbors have, so I finally gave in.
Me:  Now Lucas, we are here to get a sword and only a sword, do you understand?
Lucas:  Yes Mommy.  I understand.
As I search to the store for a plastic sword, Lucas sees an action figure he decides he wants instead of the sword.
Me:  Lucas, it's the action figure or the sword.  You decide.
Lucas: blink, blink
Me:  Lucas, did you hear me?  The action figure or the sword, but not both.
Lucas:  Mommy, I have an idea.  Instead of the action figure and instead of the sword, why don't I get both?
Me: blink, blink

Lucas-isms 2

Here's another installment, actually the second, of Lucas-isms:

Husband:  Let's buy it!  (talking about some horrible way to waste our money)
Me:  No, we will not buy it.
Lucas:  Come on Mommy, we have to buy it.
Me:  Lucas, you are just like your Daddy.
Lucas:  No I'm not!  He's just like me.

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Background:  There is a stop light at the bottom of a turn/hill that if you are going too fast then you might blow through it if the light is yellow at just the right time.
Me:  Ut-oh, I just ran through that light.
Lucas:  You didn't stop for the red?  Why?
Me:  Mommy was going too fast.  But I'm going slower now.
Later that day, I stop at a red light.
Lucas:  Good girl, Mommy.  You stop-t'd at the red light.  I am very proud of you.  Good girl.

Lucas-isms

I posted recently about the amazingly cute things that come from Lucas' mouth.  So, I thought I would start a regular thread of Lucas-isms.

Husband:  Oh crap, the bird got out of his cage!
Lucas:  Oh crap!  Oh crap!  Oh crap!

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Me:  (after getting poked in the eye while playing) Aaah, my eye!
Lucas:  Get some lotion.  That will make you feel better.
Me:  Lotion?  Lotion isn't going to make my eye feel better.
Lucas:  What will make your eye feel better?
Me:  Time, honey.
Lucas:  Well then get some time, Mommy.  Where do you keep the time?