Kyle calls my mom (whose name is Peggy), Nana.
Me: I need to text Nana, and ask her a question.
Kyle: You should really call her Peggy.
Kyle, showing me his artwork: This is a spider monkey, this is a sea lion, and this is a macaroni cheese penguin.
We spotted a bug on the floor. I scooped it up and dropped it into the toilet.
Kyle: Why are you doing that?
Me: Oh, well, I'm letting the bug go for a swim.
Kyle: Does it like to swim?
Kyle: Maybe we should put Molly in there sometime.
At dinner, all three of us, when I ask Mike about our upcoming date night.
Me: What should we do? We could go camping. Or we could go to that bar we tried to go to a few months ago.
Kyle: Don't go camping without me!
Me: So should we go to a bar instead, buds?
Kyle: What's a bar?
Mike: It's where you listen to music and drink beer.
Kyle: Go to a bar. I don't like beer.
A couple months ago Kyle and I drove to Tulsa for the night, and we drove through the worst thunderstorm I've ever experienced. It was terrifying, for us both. Later that night, once we arrived safe and sound, we were talking about it.
Kyle: How did you get us through that bad storm, mommy?
Me: I don't know, buds. Maybe angels helped us.
Kyle: No, angels aren't real! I can't even see them.
Me: Sure they are! There are lots of things that are real that you can't see. Like love. You can feel love but can't see it. What else is real that you can't see?
Kyle: Pirate ships.
That same roadtrip to Tulsa.
Me: We're crossing the border! We're officially in Oklahoma now, buds.
Kyle: Oklahoma looks a lot like Texas.
At dinner, Mike said he was going to finish his entire baked potato.
Kyle: Once, I ate all my dinner.
Mike: Oh yeah, what was it?
Kyle: I really don't know.
I sing this ridiculous state song from time to time, that I learend in the fifth grade, mostly to annoy Mike but also because it's kind of a fun song. (Or so I think.) I sang it to Kyle for the first time recently. When I finished...
Me: Did you like that?
Kyle: You did great Mommy!
Me: Want me to sing it again?
Kyle: No thank you.
I tried to explain to Kyle about the cafeteria at his new school, and how he could eat there once a week (whatever day he wants) and the rest of the time, I'd make him a lunch. After I finished explaining...
Kyle: Mommy, I didn't understand any of that.