We’re eating dinner last night. Elliot is being, shall we say, disagreeable with the amount of some food we’ve given him. Quinton looks at him rather calmly.
Q (matter-of-fact): You get what you get, and you don’t make a fit.
Me (shocked and amused): Where did you learn that, Quinton?
Q: At school.
Me (certain his Waldorf teacher did not say this): Who said that?
Q: Tristan.
I think I like this Tristan. Later in the evening . . .
Dan: Q-Q, it’s time to put these jammies on.
Q: I’m sorry, Dad, but I’m just not ready yet. I need to finish this puzzle.
Dan: Okay.
Q: Okay. Thanks for waiting, Dad.
Later we read a bedtime story. On his way to the bathroom Quinton bumps his head, and then again after doing his business.
Q: Mommy, I hit my head AGAIN.
Me: I know baby, sorry that happened.
Q (sighing): It’s just a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad night.
Seriously. 4 going on 40.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Holly // Sep 28, 2008 at 6:08 pm
Hilarious! So smart…
2 Bridget // Oct 18, 2008 at 1:58 am
I just read this. I laughed out loud, because I heard the same quote from Owen a few months back. He directed it at me, but I can’t remember what it was about. “Mom, you get what you get, so don’t make a fit”.
3 Jen // Aug 30, 2009 at 11:17 pm
I just read this now and can’t stop laughing. Yes, he learned that from another kid. I wish he’d remember it himself…
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