Kids say the darndest things...

And so do their mommies! I have been working on a "Trevorisms" post for a while now and then stumbled across McMama's little "Out of the Mouths of Moms" contest. Sometimes, I really am astounded at the things that come out of my (or my husband's) mouth. I thought it would be fun to play along...

• While leading bedtime prayer with Trevor..."Thank you God, for Mommy, and Tatum, and Grammy, and Paw-Paw, and yes, for Little Bear, Cinderella, and oh.... yes, thank you God for Lucifer." (Lucifer=Cinderella's cat).
  
  
• While riding in the car... "Yes, Trevor, red means stop. No, I didn't make a bad choice, sometimes it's okay to turn when the light is red."
  
  
• While eating dinner... "Tatum, do not give your spoon to Goliath. Yogurt is for you, NOT for doggy..." immediately followed by: "Goliath, come lick this yogurt off the floor."
  
  
• An old favorite... "No Trevor, that's not Paula Dean, that's... (a lady at church, or a store clerk, or the waitress, or Caleb's Grammy)."
  

And as for the "Trevorisms" I mentioned.... here are a few:

The other day, he had just woken from his nap and an Oprah re-run was on TV. Emmitt Smith was on the screen, talking about his family heritage. All of a sudden, Trevor yells, "MOMMY! He's just like YOU!" I just stared, and stared...

Trevor looked back at me with excited eyes, and I'm trying desperately to find something in common with this man.... then it dawned on me. I pointed to my earings... "Are you talking about this?!" "YES! Mommy!" "Those are called 'earings' sweetie." "Yes, Mommy, HE HAS an earings!"

We are now knee-deep in our second round of potty training. And by second round, I don't mean we're training Tatum, I mean we're trying AGAIN with Trevor. I'm happy (and somewhat relieved) to say we're having some success. When I ask him whether he needs to go pee, he will often respond with "No, they're still sleepin' Mommy."

Just yesterday, we're riding in the car when he tells me "Mommy, I need to go potty." I ask him if he can wait until we get home and he tells me he can. I remind him to not pee-pee in his carseat. "Okay, Mommy," he says. Soon after, Tatum starts yelling about something she saw outside her window (a truck! a tree! etc.). Trevor turns to her and says "Shhhhh! Tatum be quiet! My pee-pees will wake up!"

Love that kid.