The Blue Jordan River

Simon was brushing his hair (after soaking it in the sink first) and somehow managed to give himself a jerry curl. I asked, "Simon, how'd you get to be so cute?"
He answered, "I kinda think God made me that way."

Simon: "I sorta like pants, but I like underwear better."


Simon: "I wish I could fly to the top of the Statue of Litterly like Superman."
Me: "Do you mean the Statue of Liberty?"
Simon: "The one that looks like a lady holding up something weird."

Yesterday I asked Simon what he wanted for lunch. He said waffles and I told him no (he ate those for breakfast), then macaroni and cheese. When I told him no to that (he ate that for dinner the night before; a special treat since boxed mac & cheese isn't exactly healthy), he sighed and said, "Well, then. I guess I'm out of options."

Simon: "When I grow up, I want to be a race car driver because I'm a transformer that transforms into a race car, then- VROOM!"


Yesterday, I made a "sight word treasure hunt" in our bathtub. Simon loved it! He told me he was "in the blue Jordan River".