It never ceases to amaze me the things that come out of my 4-year-old's mouth. Here are some of those things that Little Man says.
LM: Mommy, what's a tornado?
Me: A storm.
LM: No, it's not. It's a big round wind that lifts toys and houses and four-wheelers off the ground. But they don't happen here, just in other states like Mexico.
LM: Mommy, can you teach me how to make scrambled eggs?
Me: We'll see (my standard answer when "no" will bring about a fight.)
LM: I want to feed them to the baby. Can you teach me to use the stove?
Me: I think you are too little to use the stove.
LM: But I want to cook for the baby.
LM: If the baby is a boy, the name will be Daddy, and if it's a girl, the name will be Mommy.
Daddy: I don't think those are very good names. You should think about it some more.
LM: I did think about it.
Daddy: I think maybe we should put some more thought into it then.
LM: No, Daddy, I thought about it, and those are the names. I am done thinking.
LM: Mommy, how is the baby going to get out?
Me: I will go to the hospital, and the doctor will help the baby get out.
LM: Will it crack out like an egg?
Me: I hope not.
LM: Maybe Daddy will get it out.
Me: I don't think so.
LM: Yeah, Daddy can use one of the big machines, like the skid steer.
Me: Next year the Elf (our Elf on the Shelf) will be really busy. He'll have to watch two of you.
LM: Yeah (he says with a laugh)
Me: And Santa will bring toys for two little boys next year.
LM: I don't think so. My brother won't be good. He won't get any toys. Just me.
LM: I am going to push the baby in the stroller and do wheelies.
LM: I can't wait to teach my brother to pee outside.
LM: Mommy, that movie is way, way old. It's from the '80s.
LM: Mommy, can we get the new "Mario Stew" game? ("Mario Brothers Two")
(Letusick, a resident of Rayland, is a copy editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times.)