The Rowdies Speak

I've been collecting another batch of the clever little things my boys (mostly Max, although Marty is coming up with some gooders) have been saying.  After the one I heard about today, I knew it was time to share the hilarity with you all.

• We've recently started attending a new church.  The reasons for the switch are many.  I may or may not elaborate on them in the future.  We know, or are familiar with, many people who attend there.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that Max's Sunday School teacher is my sister-in-law Kim's second cousin.  That was a nice surprise.  She called me today just to say hello (Paul has been taking him to his class so far) and to confirm my email address.  After some chit chat, she told me that she and her husband (he  teaches with her) think Max is hilarious.   On the second week of class, they were talking about how God made all of us.  He made our families - some with only brothers, some with only sisters, some with both.  Max put up his hand to comment on the discussion.  He said, "We're not going to have any more brothers or sisters in our family. My Mom is all out of babies."  

• Max has all sorts of career plans for when he grows up.  When he got the idea to be a weather man, he decided his name should be Max Cox.  (Provincial news watchers will understand the reason for that.)

• Paul spent a few days working with his boss at a booth at an Agricultural Show and Exhibition.  I took the boys to see him and allllll the tractors.  They loved it, and would have tried out the driver's seat on every machine if I had let them.  There was a seminar area, kind of tucked behind a curtain. Max took a peek inside, saw all the people sitting there, and said  ... "Oh, that's just church."

• Max, to Marty, for some reason that I cannot remember ... "I'm going to salute you."

• Another one I can't remember the background story for, but apparently he does have a conscience, as he often begins a confession with "Mommy, I'm SO sorry, I ... "

• I was wearing a skirt.  Marty asked "Mommy , are you a princess?"
 I told him that, indeed, I am.

• While cleaning Marty up after a poopy in the undies episode, I told him to bend over so I could complete the necessary hygiene on his hiney.  I didn't realize that his soiled undies were so close until he whined ... "I don't want to eat my poo."

• Max, after I told him we're not going to buy pizza from the new fast food pizza joint:  "When I grow up, I'm going to live in (this city) and I'm going to do whatever I want.  Except one thing ... blow cigarettes. I'll never blow cigarettes. No, no, no."

• Max, wondering about the raccoons on our back deck ... "Why did God make them to eat garbage?"

• Max: "Don't God's hands get wet from touching the oceans when He's spinning the world around?"

• Max: "Where does the smell go after we're done smelling it?"

And the finale ...

• Sitting around the dinner table, Max spotted some junk mail from our local RE/Max office.  He was so proud to find his name hidden in yet another sign.  We chatted about it for a bit, until the other talking Rowdy in our house said "Noooooo ... Re/MARTY!"  It's become an ongoing joke at our house.