The Rock Star has been learning his colors. So, the following conversation was bound to happen someday.
G: (drinking his morning milk) My milk makes me white.
T: No, your milk is white and you are white but your milk doesn't make you white.
G: I am white.
Me: Yes, you are.
G: Mommy is white.
Me: Yes, I am. Pasty white, in fact.
G: Matthew is brown.
Me: Uh huh. He is.
G: (thinking for a moment) Daddy is hairy.
Just let me state, for the record, that Troy is certainly not the hairiest man walking the planet. He just happens to be the hairiest human in our house.
Another funny conversation took place last night. As you know, he calls Matthew "Little Buddy" and he does it so often that I also call Matthew "Little Buddy" and, because it's habit to say now, I also find myself calling Garrett "Little Buddy".
Me: (to Garrett) Come on Little Buddy.
G: I not Little Buddy. I Big Buddy Darrett.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
G: Come on Little Mommy.
Me: (laughing) Little Mommy? I'm bigger than you are!
G: Oh! Come on Big Mama.
Big Mama? I definitely prefer Little Mommy.
Funny conversation number three occurred this morning. Our church's previous pastor's wife was at our house for about an hour and I quizzed The Rock Star on his Bible knowledge. I asked him all the questions he knows like, Who was Jesus's mom? Who built an ark? Who got swallowed by a big fish? Then I moved on to some of the ones we've been teaching him lately.
Me: Who was in the garden?
Me: Yep. Who was there with him?
G: blank stare
Me: Who was his wife?
Me: Eve, Garrett, her name was Eve.