Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Words of wisdom from our son

At dinner: "I can't take any more of it."

Just because everyone should know everything about him: "My leg is killing me."

When I ask if he wants to play another game: "I'm too busy right now."

As I'm kissing him goodbye in the morning: "Daddy go to work. Come home and play games with me. Deal schmiel?" [holding out his hand for me to shake]

When presented with a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies: "Do you want a cinnamon cookie or a chocolate chip cookie? Ummmm. I think I want a cinnamon cookie. Wait, no--I want a chocolate chip cookie. Yeah. OK. That's what I want." [Do I even need to be here for this conversation?]

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  1. Your kid never fails to amuse me.

    I think I'm going to come to the condo meeting on Thursday to place my vote. Will you be home? I want to give you your dishes back from our dinner MONTHS ago. Let me know!

  2. You'll appreciate this, then...

    Last night at the doctor's office, we were treated to these bon mots from 3B. And, by "we" I mean Mama, myself and the doctor and nurse.

    I'm working in here. I'm the doctor.

    I'm stretching out the pad for you.

    I'm the doctor, so I need to use this.

    I need to be in this room.

    I'm just fine.

    ...and yes, we'll be around, although I'm not sure if we'll make it down to the meeting. If you don't see us, you know where we live.

  3. Anonymous10:29 PM

    Good lord, is the boy totally renouncing his goyishe ways? I'm waiting for him to bust out my family's favorite, "Oy, my spleen!"

  4. I am glad you are posting all of his gems. That way you will have them when he is grown up and saying boring grown up things. We hung on to some of our gems... ie Upsy-camel and I gave up my mind. We still say these even though the kids have outgrown them. Makes me feel young.

  5. Amama: I do have to cop to teaching him the "deal schmiel" routine, which he now has totally turned to his advantage. Once again, good parenting gone bad in the hands of a two year old.

    KMoo: That's why I post them. And if I don't post them within five minutes of his saying them, they're gone forever. Unless Mama heard them. She doesn't forget a one. She's the brains of this outfit, but we all knew that already.

  6. Anonymous1:32 AM

    Can Mama B. be the brains of our outfit too? Because I can never remember any of my kids' witticisms. I'm sure they'll be in therapy some day, bemoaning their neuroses stemming from my lack of parental devotion as evidenced by the dearth of cute kids sayings on my blog.

    In other words, "Oy, I've got a complex!"