Have you ever read my friend Sara's blog? She's a my over-the-fence neighbor who has become an amazing friend to me. And an inspiring friend, too. She's got two small children, she cooks like it ain't no thang, she does a bunch of fancy web stuff that goes way over my head, and she hand stitches freakishly adorable QUILTS in her spare time, for goodness sake! Anyway, one of my favorite features of Sara's blog is her Drewisms. She's got a 3 1/2 year old son named Drew who says some very off the wall things that make me wish I were 3 1/2 and full of imagination. This morning, I had Drew over at my house for a bit and he packed a lot of Drewisms into the short half hour he spent here before his sitter showed up. Pretty sure he talked from arrival to departure. I had to have a second Diet Dew to keep up.
Without further ado, I give you Drewisms from this side of the fence ...
D: "I'm a Texan, and you're a Texan, and my mommy is a Texan, and 'Ivia is a Texan, and daddy has a fast car and he's a Texan too .... he is NOT a Texan." ((pointing at my dog, Griffin))
Me: "Sure he is! He lives in Texas, just like us! Why don't you think Griffin is Texan?"
D: "Because he has food in his head and bugs in his tummy."
D: "Is An-erson here?"
Me: "Nope, he's with his grandparents."
((five seconds pass))
D: "Um, now is An-erson here?"
Me: "Nope, still with his grandparents!"
((five more seconds))
D: "Why isn't An-er.... OH! YOUR HOUSE IS BERRY TALL!"
D: "That's your baby sister!" ((pointing at V))
Me: "She's my baby daughter, actually."
D: "I know. That's what I said. Baby sister."
D: "There's a bucket in An-erson's sandbox!"
D: "'Ivia pukes in buckets!"
Me: "Poor Olivia!"
D: "Poor dogs! Cats can jump and dogs can't!"