Possum

We were coming home from Mom's tonight and Zander was very quiet in the backseat. The conversation went something like this;
Mom:  Zander are you asleep?
Mom: Zander are you asleep? Waits for a few seconds.
Mom: Zander are you playing possum? (Still no response)

After a minute or so, Zander said, "I am not asleep, I was ignoring you."
Mom: Oh, that is why I asked you if you were playing possum, that is what they do."
Zander: Really, they ignor their moms too?
Mom: No, (laughter) they pretend to be asleep or dead.
Zander: Oh.

Paisley

For the last year or so, Zander has been telling me that he is going to marry me when he gets big. I have tried several times to explain to him that I am his Mom and someday he will grow up and choose a girlfriend and then get married. There have been times that this has upset him terribly. He says he doesn't want to move out of our house or marry someone else. Sometimes he even cries.
Well, yesterday he came home with this picture. When I asked him about it he looked at me like he had done something wrong. I said, "Zander, do you have a girlfriend?" and he said, " Mom, I think I've found her, I think I will marry her." He looked like he thought I was going to be really upset. I had to walk in the other room and laugh. How sweet, the first of many I am sure.

Too much TV

Zander is sick today. He has spent the day going between video games and watching Noggin. He also took a very look nap with Daddy today, so he is up watching Mulan with me.
We had the following conversation a few minutes ago.
Mom - Zander does anything hurt?
Zander- my arms
Mom- you arms, why?
Zander- depression
Mom- Did you say depression?
Zander- yes, depression hurts all over and hurts everyone.

Word for word the commercial pushing medication for depression.

conversation

Zander: Mom, do you see these red places on my hands?
Mom: What are they?
Zander: Where I pulled Boo Boo's off.
Mom: Oh
Zander: (a few minutes later) Do you think I will grow Caucasian skin back there?
Mom: Yes, I think so.
Zander: Good, I think I like Caucasian skin.
Mom: Well, I guess that is good because that is all you can grow.
Zander: Oh.

Zanderism

I really intended in doing a better job of writing down some of the funny things that Zander says, but it seems that life always gets in the way. I remembered last night while I was talking to mom that I forgot to write my favorite one down. I can't remember another time that he mispronounced something. Ever since he started talking he just always said words correctly, so I found this very funny. I always ask Zander what he played with at school when he gets in the car. About a month ago this is what he said:
Mom- What did you play with today?
Zander- Math (mumble)
Mom- What did you say?
Zander- I said Math my nipple pigs
Mom- What????
Zander- I SAID- MATH MY NIPPLE PIGS!!!!

Well after I stopped laughing I realized he was trying to say math manipulatives. He worked on it for a couple of days and now he can say it perfectly. Yesterday he told me that he was going to be better than I could ever imagine at school. He also told me that I was the most beautiful special mom ever. They can just melt your heart.

Craft Fair

Last night I told Zander that I was going to take him to a craft fair this week. I also asked him if he wanted to help me put prices on the items. He found all of this very interesting. In a few minutes he came walking over to me with his head down and he wrapped himself around my leg and said something. I said, "what?" and he replied, "Please don't sell me mama" and he looked up and was crying. Well, I wanted to cry too and Summers started laughing. The more he laughed the harder Zander cried. I forgot how literal he is and apparently taking him to a craft fair means that he is being sold. I felt like the worse mom ever. I spent the rest of the evening convincing him that I would never sell him.

Grandma

The other day we went out to eat with Mom. Zander had on his fireman hat as he has since October. When he got in Mom's car, she said "Is that a fireman getting in my car?" At first he said yes, but as we started down the road, he said, "CiCi, that wasn't a fireman getting in your car, it was your sweety heart." How precious.

Africa

Zander's class is studying Africa and Kenya this week. Mrs. Brown has been showing them pictures from Africa and the people that live there. He told me last night that they read a book and a little boy had a necklace on his bottom and he didn't have on any pants. We talked about the differences living here in America and living in Africa. When we got to school this morning, I was telling Mrs. Brown what Zander had told me and she said, "Guess what he did at circle time?" I just held my breath wondering what he had said now. She said that he stood up and said, "Now listening guys, you are African Americans and I am a Caucasian American. I am pretty sure that Kaden is too." She said that all of the teachers about fell out laughing. I don't even know where he heard that word, but he used it correctly.
His other new favorite word is antioxident. We have been talking about what kinds of foods are healthy choices and which ones have antioxidents. He has had a good time helping me pick out foods at the grocery store. He ate almost a whole container of blueberries at dinner tonight. I hope it doesn't upset his tummy!

Out of Zander's mouth

Zander and I went to a couple of parades this weekend. We had a great time.This picture is from the first parade that we attended. We always sit with the Brady bunch.
I know that you have all seen the email about the little boy that is in the bathroom with his mom and starts asking all kinds of questions. Zander has done that to me many times, but I always forget to write it down.
Yesterday at the parade, there were many people there and we had waited a long time. There was a man about my age and his 3 year old son beside of us. We had talked and the kids had played while we waited. Right before time for the parade to start, Zander said, ", do those two have penises?" Well, at that same moment I saw someone on the other side of the street that I knew so I was only paying half attention. I said, "What?" So he did what every child does that is frustrated that they are not being heard, he said, " I SAID, Do those two have PENISES?" Well, that time I assure you that I heard him loud and clear and so did everyone on our side of the street. I said, " I guess so, they are boys." That satisfied him and the parade soon started.
The second thing in the parade were the dancers from the local highschool. They had on little tiny skirts with their panties showing. Zander quickly asked if their privates were under there, and why could we see their panties? Don't you just love that? Three year olds know that panties aren't supposed to show. We went to Granny's afterwards and ate supper with her and PeeWee. Zander and PeeWee were talking about firemen and Zander proceeded to tell him that he needed to take care of Granny because she is very, enormous old. She was smiling so I guess she wasn't offended. That just goes to show that you never know what is going to come out their mouths. I wonder what he tells them at school? I don't think I want to know.