Josiah-isms

Over the past couple of days, Josiah has said the funniest things that I just have to share. Of course his brothers have their share of goofball comments, but they're outgrowing a lot of the sweet innocent things said by children in single digit ages. Here are some of my favorites:

Josiah and junk foods - Following a dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches made with cheddar cheese slices (after Michael and I decided to quit buying "American" cheese for healthy food reasons) "I really liked grilled cheese in Tennessee. I don't like 'em in Texas!"

When seeing cinnamon toast for breakfast made on Texas toast (for those non-Texans, that's huge thick slices of white bread) that I got for free at HEB last week "Is that WHITE bread???" Then he closes his eyes and looks toward heaven and quietly whispers "YES! Thank you!"

Then yesterday he was making himself a sandwich on wheat bread. A funny conversation ensued. "Mom, where's the bread?" "On the counter Josiah" "Mom, this bread is BROWN! (with disgust in his voice)" "Yes, Josiah it's the kind of bread we always buy" "Brown bread? We eat brown bread?? Like since when?" "Since always ,Josiah. (How's that for a mom response!) I never buy white bread. We only had white bread because it was free." "This kind of bread. This is the kind of bread that we always buy??" (Still doubtful) "Yes, Josiah, always." He shrugs his shoulders and walks into the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich.

Josiah and selling our house in Memphis -We were talking and praying yesterday about selling our house in Memphis and Josiah adds: "Wait a minute, why do we want to sell our house in Bartlett?" MOM: "Well, Josiah, we don't want to have to pay for TWO houses. We don't need a house in Memphis anymore. We don't live there anymore" "But mom, I still have friends there. I want to still go back and see them." "We can still go back and see them, even if we don't have a house there." Well that seemed to lift a load off of his mind. So, maybe now we'll sell our house. Maybe little one has been secretly praying that our house wouldn't sell so that we can still go to Memphis.

Josiah and chorepacks-I'd been thinking about getting out our chorepacks and putting everyone back into the habit of doing their jobs around the house. ( I keep telling myself "I'm the manager, not the maid" but obviously I keep forgetting to send out the memo to the others around!) But last night Josiah said "Mom, when do we get our chore packs out again?" Follow this with a chorus of groans and "Thanks alot, Josiah" from all the brothers. I explained that I had just been thinking over the last couple of days that we needed to do that and that we'd start tomorrow. Then he came back with "Yeah, we'll do our chore packs and then all you'll have to do is sit around all day." Oh, if only! Bring on the bonbons!

Josiah and the fan-Here's one for the books. A conversation you would never believe you would have until you have a boy of your own. Michael has a small desk top fan that he keeps beside his bed to blow cold air on him when he sleeps, and to keep out the noise of the roosters down the street in the wee early morning hours. I think it originally was meant to keep out the noise of babies in the wee early morning hours, but it's progressed to livestock. Anyway, I was lying down waking up from a quick nap when Josiah walked in and proceeded to stick his tongue into the fan and try and touch the blades, which were moving ,with his tongue. Here's about how the conversation went.
MOM: "Josiah, Please don't stick your tongue in the fan"
J: "Really? Why not?"
M: "It's dirty, the blades are metal and they're moving and they could cut your tongue or your tongue could get stuck in the side of the fan. It's gross" I couldn't really think off the top of my head of more reasons. I never thought this would be a list I would need to compile at a moment's notice!
J: "Well, hey, mom, now the fan's off and the blades have stopped, can I do it now? You can take off one of the reasons that you just listed."
M: "No Josiah, it's still dirty and disgusting, and the blades are still metal. Why do you want to stick your tongue in the fan?" I'm still not believing that I'm having this conversation.
J: "Oh, I don't know, it just seems like a cool thing to do" And that's the end of that.