More Matthew-isms

Ohhhh, Matt was full of it this morning! It makes me wonder what's really going on inside his head. When I think of a brain working, I see a series of cogs and wheels turning in unison; inside Matt's head I see birds flying in every direction, symphonies playing, and children laughing. The utter chaos and commotion makes for interesting mornings.

The kids are going to a special event with their grandma this weekend.

Matt said, "I'm going to do a candle line!"
"What's a candleline, little buddy?" I asked.
"You know. Da-ta-da-ta-DA-TA!"
"Ohhhh. That's a CONGA line."

And then... "I want you kids to get ready, lickity split, this morning," I said.
"Who's that?" he asked, "some man?"
That one took me a second or two.
"Oh, like Lemony Snicket?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, "him."
I had to give him that one.

At breakfast:
"Mom, mom, the milk went down my throat and hurt my heart!"
I laughed and said, "Matt you are giving me a lot of Matthew-isms this morning."
He wasn't pleased. "Oh, yeah? Well, you are giving me Jillo-isms."
I'm not sure he got the gist of that conversation at all, but that kid has a comeback for everything.