The Things Isaiah Says - Part 2 - Pick Your Battles

Isaiah, who is 7 years old, recognized Snoop Dogg while we were watching Never Say Never (The Justin Beaver Bieber Movie).

Exact conversation:

Isaiah: *whispering as only a seven year old can whisper* "HEY, MOM. That was Snoop Dogg, wasn't it?! MOM, wasn't that Snoop Dogg?"

Me: *whispering like normal people should whisper* "yeah, that was Snoop Dogg. Now, be quiet and watch the rest of the movie."

Isaiah: *"whispering" to his cousin 2 seats down* "HEY, DID YOU SEE SNOOP DOGG?"

Another exact conversation:

Me: You wanna go see the Justin Bieber movie with me and the girls?

Isaiah: Yeah, sure. I love Justin Beaver.

Me: It's Justin BEE-BER.

Isaiah: Yeah, that's what I said...Justin Beaver.

Pick your battles, People.

The Things Isaiah Says - Part 1

We've all discussed how fast time FLIES by and how we would like a pause button...or a rewind. 

So, for posterity sake, I'm going to start posting a semi-regular post of things that Isaiah says.  That way one of these days when I'm old and senile, I can come to "The Internets" and read about the things that my mind can no longer remember...perhaps even print them off one day and put them together in a little book or something.

There won't be any rhyme or reason.  Just random everyday sayings and happenings.

If you are friends with me on "The Facebook", you might have read these already, but just humor me.  Mkay?.

After a long day
Me:  Isaiah, why don't you make us some dinner.
Isaiah:  Mom, I can't.  I'm not supposed to use the stove.
Me:  Well, it's ok just this once.  Maybe you can whip us up some grilled cheeses.
Isaiah:  MOM.  I don't know how.  I'm just a kid.
Me:  You've seen me do it enough.  I think you can manage.
Isaiah:  I'm not a cook.  I'm an artist.

Do not call DHS or CPS.  We do not allow our 7 year old to cook on the stove (unattended).  I was being facetious.

Valentine's Day
Meemo (my mom):  Isaiah you should open your Valentine's Day card.
Isaiah:  Why don't you read it for me.
Meemo:  I'm pretty sure you can read it yourself.
Isaiah:  Meemo, I'm not a reader.  I'm an artist.

Clearly.  He's an artist.

At El Chico's - while ordering our meals...with the waitress at the table
Isaiah: (takes a large drink of Sprite) BUUUUURRRRRPPPPP.
Me: (horrified) WHAT do you say??
Isaiah: Excuuuuuuuseeeee me.  Good thing it came out that end and not the other.

No matter what his dad says, I did NOT teach him that.

And lastly, he likes to play...


(Note: Ignore the gaping whole in our wall.  We're under construction, people!)

Any questions you would like to ask Isaiah??  I'm going to do a segment once a week (or two...it might start to get boring) titled Ask Isaiah.  So, if you have questions you want me to ask him, leave them in the comments or email them to me @ jennykate77(at)gmail(dot)com. 

Thanks!

Love and Rockets,
jennykate♥