Murphy says the darndest things...

Though I am miserably uncomfortable, the humor remains in the house by our resident 2 year old. This last week, here's how a few of our conversations went.


During bathtime, M has a set of CAT trucks he likes to run around the rim of the tub. Generally they are "going somewhere" - the store, Target, church, etc (words he knows). This night I asked:


"Where are your trucks going tonight?"

M: The "Rio".

Mom: Where?

M: The "Rio, to eat"

Mom: What will they be eating tonight?

M: Quesadillas....


As Matt and I laughed, he indicated that M is definitely mine as I love the Cafe Rio and now our kid talks about taking his trucks there.



A few nights ago, we were driving home from dinner. We were stopped at a red light at a busy intersection. On the side where M's car seat sits, was a homeless man on a bike that had a stocking cap on and a long beard. I had noticed him on the sidewalk, it's dark about 7:30p, Matt and I are talking about something and Murphy says casually...

Mom, is that Uncle Mike?

I said, what? He said " Is that Uncle Mike out there?"


I told him no. Matt and I continued to laugh and call Uncle Mike immediately. In Mike's defense (Matt's brother)- at Christmas time he always had on a stocking cap and he has a pretty agressive beard:) , so that is the association Murphy had with thinking is was Mike. The homeless part on a bike were just extras.



And my most favorite....

Yesterday, Murphy woke up from his nap- he was lying in his bed and I said to him- "Guess who's here" (it's Sunday afternoon and Nancy always comes for Sunday dinner, so Nancy is the obvious answer, she just walked in the door).



He didn't say anything yet and I repeated " Guess who's here to see you?"

And as cute as a button he says to me...Baby Molly?


Not yet, but very soon. My heart melted that he is just as anxious for her arrival as we are (or maybe just tired of us talking about her with no real results). Either way, she will be here very soon!