On tasting shrimp:
“It tastes good. But it doesn’t taste good to me.”
Archive for the ‘Ronisms’ Category
Ronism
Saturday, July 4th, 2009Overheard
Tuesday, January 6th, 2009Jane and Ron are sitting together at the table coloring. I just overheard Ron say, “Jane, look at me! I’m so cute! That’s what mama says.”
Ronisms
Sunday, December 28th, 2008“When I was ten…” often prefaces statements about things he’s done or plans to do.
“That’s a pretty thing Ron.”
“No, it isn’t, it’s cool.”
Janeism-Ronism
Tuesday, August 26th, 2008They combined to pull this one off:
Me: “After quiet time, we’ll get back in the pool.”
Ron: “With Grammy and Gram[p]y?”
Me: “Oh that would be fun, but they’re too far away to come.”
Jane: [with a measure of "those crazy grandparents" in her voice] “What, are they in Singapore again?”
Helpful Ron
Thursday, March 27th, 2008“Mommy, Mommy! Peter spit up in the kitchen.”
“Where?”
“Right there!”
“Where? By the fridge, by the oven, or by the sink?”
“Right there, by the floor.”
Ronism
Monday, March 3rd, 2008Ron loves to play catch, and he has quite an arm (he can throw a spiral with his little football) (Yes, Daddy is proud). The other night we were going to play catch:
Mommy: “Ron, where is your ball?”
Ron: “Right here, next to my hand.”
[It was in his hand.]
Ronism
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008On our return trip Monday, we bought some food to eat before getting on the plane. Pizza for the kids, sandwiches for the adults.
Mommy: “Ron, can I have a bite of your pizza?”
Ron: “You need to eat yours sammich, first, Mommy.”
Overheard last night…
Monday, February 11th, 2008“That’s cool, Jane.”
“It’s not cool. [slight pause] It’s beautiful!”
Ronism
Friday, February 8th, 2008He rode with me again the other night.
“I like yours truck, Daddy.”
“I’m glad you like it, Ron.”
“It’s a new truck, Daddy. I like yours new truck, Daddy.”
“Its not that new, I’ve had it a long time.” [Since 1993!]
“It’s cool truck, Daddy.”
I Like Yours Truck, Daddy
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008So, Jane has graduated to a booster seat. This freed up her old car seat, so we moved it to my car, to make it easier for me to run out with one of them. Last Monday night, we met some friends for dinner (Hi Chris and Sheree – and Abigail!), and Ron rode home with me.
He was very excited, and told me three times, “I like yours truck, Daddy.” He wanted me to race, but I told I wouldn’t go fast until I was on the freeway. “OK, Daddy.”
