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Saturday, December 01, 2007

It's not rocket surgery

Noah mixes his metaphors. He comes by it honestly, as you can tell by the title of the post, which is something Aaron and I do deliberately because we think it's funny (although I think it started as a slip of the tongue). We're odd that way.

In any case, it must be genetic, because Noah does it too. Well, mainly only with one saying that I suppose is not really a metaphor. Ah well. Noah has mixed up the saying, "See you later, alligator!", "After while, crocodile!"

He says, "See you later, crocodile!"

It's not terribly funny, at least not a rolling-on-the-floor funny, but it always makes me smile.

The other night he was in bed with me for one reason or another, and I didn't feel like putting him back in his bed, and I was definitely more tired than he was, because he kept jabbering on about stuff, and I had to keep telling him, "Shhhhh." Finally he said, "Good night, crocodile." I chuckled and replied, "Good night, crocodile", to which he replied with a laugh, "You're funny!"

It's just silly stuff, really, but it's the sort of stuff that makes life good. I wanted to share it with you.

4 comments:

The Durbin Family said...

That's so sweet, Amy. Don't you just love those moments? Today I said, "Hi honey!" to Ellie after her nap, and I heard Jack say, "Hi. Honey." behind me. Made me smile. Thanks for the congrats...and seriously, can I get a jacket? I would wear it...well, maybe not proudly, but I'd wear it. It's cold here. Glad we're in the same boat......glad to know you're surviving. :)

A Marie said...

awwwww...

Jennie Lynne said...

Precious!

MOM said...

Well, I laughed out loud! I'm thinking you've got the title of a delightful new children's book!