Bennett is the comedian of the family. He’s animated and he knows how to put on a show. I always think I’m going to remember all of the little one liners and sadly I never remember. Heres a few (some from a while ago) from my phone…
He woke up in the middle of the night screaming for me. I rushed to his room and he was really disoriented and couldn’t seem to tell me why he called me in. After stuttering a few times he finally pointed to his pillow, “My pillow is stinky.” I picked it up and sure enough it was covered in drool. I flipped it over and told him it wasn’t stinky anymore. He put his face in and smelled. And then laid down and went to sleep.
He was in nursery at church and the leaders could smell a stinky diaper. They checked one kid when Bennett came running over and in a loud and boisterous song, sang, “I’m poopy.”
Bennett has become quite the entertainer at church and has captured everyone’s hearts. He walks around with Steve before the meeting starts shaking everyone’s hands. A boy at church saw Bennett working the crowd and asked, “How did Bennett get so famous when he’s so little.”
We were sitting at the table eating lunch when I referred to him as “honey”. He shot me a “don’t you dare” look and said, “What you say to me?” “Honey, you need to eat your lunch.” He quickly shot back, “You no call me honey…Anna calls me honey.” Anna is his 3 year-old BFF who clearly has a nickname for Mr. B!
He was talking quickly and I could only make out a few words out of each sentence. I heard “big burpions”. Seconds later I heard “little burpions.” I had no clue what he was referring to until he mentioned Steve’s foot and then I knew he was talking about scorpions. So I corrected him and then next time he said it he really enunciated…BURRRRpions. He thought he nailed it. I gave him a high five indicated he nailed it!
He picked up the phrase, “Who cares” and he’s been using it in the funniest situations but rarely is it used in the right context. One particular time he used it correctly. While in nursery, the leader was talking about one of the kids finishing their snack. Bennett chimes in, “Who cares about Johnny’s snack.”
I dropped him off at preschool and as he got out of the car he saw his friend. He was trying to get his attention to slow down and wait for him. “Buddy! Buddy! Hey buddy, wait for me. Buddy do you see me? Hi buddy.” Clearly we need to work on names of classmates because I’m pretty sure with how many times he said buddy, he had no clue what his name was!
A friend from church relayed the following story from Sunday.
Hunter’s primary class was discussing families. The teacher went on to talk about the different people in a family; Moms and dads and brothers and sisters. She then started to talk about the families of each of the kids in the class. She came to Hunter’s best friend and talked of his mom and dad. Hunter was quick to report that his friend didn’t have a dad because he was in jail. His best friend looked at him confused – “My dad’s not in jail.” Hunter continued to argue his point claiming that one day when he went over to play, the dad wasn’t around and his friend told him that he had to go to jail.
The conversation that Hunter had with his friend discussing this point continued – the teacher continued to laugh and then shared with their parents.
Not sure where kids get their crazy ideas, but this one was pretty funny.
Hunter is one funny kid – he often tells me when he almost did something he shouldn’t but then he changed his mind.
Just the other day he heard me opening the oreos (during Bennett’s rest time) and he came running into the kitchen. He proudly says, “I was going to sneak some oreos but then I thought you’d hear the package open, so instead I’m just going to ask for some.” He didn’t take the oreos because he felt guilty about doing something wrong, just afraid he was going to get caught. Lines like this come out of his mouth all the time.
On a slightly related note – Hunter asks for oreos every day after he finishes his sandwich. But he’s learned not to ask for them when Bennett’s around so he’ll say, “Can I have a O-R-E-O when Bennett goes to b-e-d?” As Bennett sits next to him wondering why he just said his name. Every. Single. Day. It kills me. (he spells out bed as well because Bennett freaks out if he hears the word during lunch time – he knows nap time is quickly approaching and he’s doomed!)
On another slightly related note – I’m not a huge fan of oreos. If I’m going to eat them it’s going to be the mint ones, but I recently bought a package of lemon oreos and I’m in love. They’re not for everyone, Steve dislikes them, but the kids and I are eating them up. Try them out.
Mr. B is at that stage where he loves to talk and yet 80% of the time you can’t understand a darn thing that comes out of his mouth. Often I just smile and nod and then distract him so he doesn’t get frustrated that I’m not listening to him. While we were in Idaho he said the same thing over and over again and I had no clue what he was saying. A couple days later he was saying the same thing and I tried my hardest to understand him but I was getting nowhere. Later, we were driving in the car and a Black Eyed Peas song came on and he started shaking his head in his seat and started singing along.
And then it hit me, I knew exactly what he had been saying so many times before but his interpretation was a little off. Instead of the correct lyrics, “Pump it, louder. Pump it, louder.” He sang, “Bump it, Owie. Bump it, Owie.” He had been walking around the house saying it over and over again and I had no idea he was jamming out to the BEP!