Jack Henry, in a whisper in the van: “Hey Bennett, I be the good manners.”
At lunch, when I repeated for the one millionth time, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all,” Bennett replied, “Well, I guess I just can’t talk then.”
Luke, explaining what college is to Bennett: “You go there and take classes to learn about what job you want to do when you grow up. And, you get a girlfriend.”
I found a grape in Jack Henry’s cup of milk at lunch one day. His explanation? “That grape triiiiieeeed to float, but it just couldn’t! It sank!”
Jack Henry and I were walking through Hobby Lobby, and I picked up a small bouquet of fake flowers. He said, “Oh, Mom, you should use those for your wedding!”
I reminded him that I was already married. To his dad.
He smiled and said, “Oh, yeah. Your husband.”
Jack Henry loves to talk to cashiers, like last week when he told a Trader Joe’s checkout guy that he was awesome. For no apparent reason other than he was good at bagging groceries. Comments like these make for a fun outing. But…
Today I experienced one that made me wish I had the superpower of invisibility: at Michael’s, a woman who is not native to the US was our cashier. She greeted us with a cheery “hello”, except it sounded more like “hewwo.” To which Jack Henry said, “Hewwo to you! Mom, she just said ‘hewwo’.” I sincerely hope that she just thought he had a toddler speech impediment.