So many things are supposed to make the blog, but they end up instead on paper scraps in my purse or in the car or on my desk. Little notes to trigger my memory of something that happened days, weeks, even months ago. I am compiling a list of some I recently found which does not in any way imply that they happened recently. :)
This one happened a long time ago... possibly a year or more.
Sanjay: “Who's Aunt Jeanette?”
Mom: “You know... Aunt Jeanette and Uncle Chad.”
Sanjay: “oooh... it's our persons... and Nana... and Pappy”
Sanjay: “Just like gondolas, cars are... when we are in them we don't feel the wind.”
Sanjay climbed in bed with Daddy around 6am. Later that day, I got this explanation from him...
Sanjay: “There was a big rat and there was thunder and it got him.”
Mom: “It hit him?”
Sanjay: “uh-huh”
Mom: “What happened to him?”
Sanjay: “He was gone.”
Mom: “He disappeared?”
Sanjay: “uh-huh”
Mom: “And that scared you?”
Sanjay: “Yeah, and that's why I went to Daddy's room and had a sleepover.”
Still hasn't figured out the concept of time...
Sanjay: “Can I take a short nap, like 2 minutes (long)?”
Mom: “Well, more like an hour.”
Sanjay: “oh... an hour? Hehehehe, that's really short. Ok.”
While watching American Idol...
Sanjay: “Are you ever gonna be on Biggest Loser?”
Mom: “I don't think so. I hope not.”
Sanjay: (looks over at the TV then back at me trying to clear up any confusion) “No, not on American Idol. I know that you can't sing.”
Sanjay: “I love this book. It's my best.”
Idioms can be so confusing...
Daddy: “Sanjay just hit the nail on the head.”
Sanjay: “What nail?”
Trying to figure out adverbs...
Sanjay: “Daddy, you hit me too much hard.”
Sanjay: “I like this song more more more mucher than the other one.”
Sanjay: “Can I get a train farmer? One of those things that changes into a car? (He was, of course, talking about a Transformer.)
Sanjay: “I'm really feeling hot on my foreward head.”
Sanjay: “How did they make this bowl? Maybe they found all the black pieces at the factory and put it together with the specialist glue ever.”
"No, Priya. Lambert is his next name." - Sanjay, while watching American Idol, talking about Adam Lambert.
Something I've been meaning to write down that's been etched in my memory since it happened is when Sanjay was just old enough to start playing with his cars. I cannot recall how old he was, but he was young... just beginning to talk. He was on the floor sliding a matchbox car around and from the kitchen I heard him say, "Come on, lady" with a hint of frustration in his voice. I had to totally crack up because I'm sure he'd heard me say it 100 times and made the association between that phrase and driving. The things we inadvertently teach our children. Oops.
Priya occasionally still says something that's worth noting down. I especially liked what she said the other week while we were watching Star Wars and she discovered the magic of science fiction movies.
Priya: "I like how there are things in this movie that aren't real cause it takes us to a whole different world."
And, let's not forget the big guy. He says a lot of things that make me laugh, but unfortunately I haven't written so many down. The most classic example which happened soon after we first met is still the best. He sometimes uses different English words and phrases just because that's how he was raised. They always make sense... but to me they may sound funny. In our early days together, he said, "The tips of my legs are cold" and I just won't let him live it down. To this day, that just cracks me up.
Not too long ago he was explaining Winter Solstice and how it affects the length of the day. He told the kids, "Winter Solstice is the smallest day of the year". The silence in the back seat of the car told me they were seriously trying to figure out what it means when you say that a day is small. Will it fit in a shoe box? In his defense, "shortest day of the year" doesn't make much more sense but it's just what we are used to hearing.
Before I colored my hair last time, he was at a very close distance staring at my roots. He drew this conclusion, "Honey you have a LOT of gray hair". I shot him a little evil eye and he quickly came up with this, “Not an old lady... what do they call them? Distinguished, you're distinguished.” It's too bad distinguished doesn't start with an "S" or I'd add it to my blog title.
