I have certainly written a bunch of posts about my children and the funny stuff that they say and do, but I realized it had been awhile since my last “kid” post. Time to change that.
We are about eight weeks away from having our fourth child now (!). I don’t know if it’s related or not, but Abby (our almost-three-year-old) seems to be getting more and more naughty, and finding new and inventive ways to misbehave. Actually, I do know – she’s just a two year old kid who is testing her limits. I mentioned to Pam earlier when I was trying to prepare lunch for the kids that having Abby around was much like having a climbing octopus in the kitchen with me.
At any rate, one of Abby’s interests appears to be fashion, as she spends much of her day changing clothes. Her new favorite catch phrase is, “I like your shirt!”. She says this to every member of the family now:
ME: Hi, Abby!
ABBY: I like your shirt!
ME: Well, thanks. I like your shirt, too.
ABBY: It’s very colorful.
This conversation is repeated many times daily. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Since we have started potty training now, Abby often just takes off her diaper and runs around bottomless in the house. The other day, Pam asked, “Abby, why are you so naked?”. Without missing a beat, Abby replied, “Because I don’t have any clothes on.” DUH!
A few days ago, after breakfast, I was chatting with Brandon and Aleah (10 and 7) about what they might want to do when they grow up. Pretty standard fare in many homes, I would assume. But not in the Crouch house:
ALEAH: I want to create a time machine.
BRANDON: I want to develop something that I can inject into people to increase their white blood cell count.
As we talked more, I realized that Aleah had given some serious thought to this idea. “I’ll probably have to make it holographic if I want to go back and see dinosaurs.” I love the fact that she has been thinking about her own safety while time travelling. Who am I to quell this type of creative endeavor?
I was talking to Brandon one night earlier this month, and this is an almost-verbatim quote from my child:
“Dad, there’s so much death and dying. I think I might want to be a doctor. That way, I can help to extend lives, at least for a little while.”
Color me proud.