I haven't posted any Calvinisms in a while. I post these pretty regularly on Facebook, and try to get them up here to share with the folks not on Facebook. As Calvin would say, "So... here they are!"
I overheard Calvin remark "Oh a spider." I look over to see him cheerfully watch a spider crawl the length of this arm. Disturbed by this site, I rush over--calmly--and say, " let me get that for you" as I brush the spider away. Calvin gives me a quizical look, so I explain that spiders are really neat to watch, but we don't want them crawling on our skin. Calvin's response: "Oh... Why? Do they have dirty feet?"
From the back seat on the way to Charlie's school:
Calvin: Charlie, I would like to go to school with you, but I just can't. I don't have Down Syndrome like you do, Charlie. So that's why.
Charlie: Oh.... I see.
At the Dick Taylor Chocolate Factory with Nana and Papa:
Calvin: I like Madagascar Chocolate. What region do you like your chocolate from, Nana?
At bed time, after reading the story of creation:
Daddy: Can you boys think of some ways we can help keep God's world beautiful?
Calvin: More hugs!
Calvin comes up with the funnest names for things when he plays:
One day he was pretending to care for baby mice. He named them Joop, Cheese, and Zecharaymond.
Sometimes Calvin like to pretend to own a workshop. I'm honestly not sure what they work on there, but when this is the case Calvin becomes Donny-belle, Charlie is a name that I cannot even begin to figure out how to spell out, and Miles is Konky-Konk. Actually, Konky-Konk seems so appropriate for Miles at this just-learning-to-walk stage, that we refer to him as Konky-Konk often.
Just yesterday Calvin opened up a tire repair shop in the livingroom. He calls it "Casa-Billy Tire Shop."
Calvin playing cars: Jail is very, very jail-y, and you don't want to go there! So, be nice, Mater!
Calvin asked me a question. I answered as best I could, and must have done well, because Calvin proceeded to tell me that I "smashed that one on the head."
Calvin: Mom, when I turn 5 and get Down Syndrome like Charlie, may I go to his school?
And last, but not least, a Charlie-ism from our big boy who is talking more and more these days:
Mommy: Charlie, what was your favorite part of the day?
Charlie: My dragon!
Mommy: Did you have any disappointments?
Charlie: Um... I love cupcakes!