Conversations with Henry

Me: Henry! Be careful! You just poked me in the eye!
Henry (approximately 3 inches from my eye): I poke your eye? I see your eyeball. Open your eyeball.
Me: No Henry.
Henry: Open please your eyeball. Open please your eyeball. Open please your eyeball.
Me: Fine, Henry. Don't poke it.
Henry (approximately 1 inch from my eye): MOM! A baby is in your eyeball!

Yes, Henry was amazed by his reflection in my eyeball. It's the little things, huh?

My little environmentalist

Me: Is that your second soda today? (the rule is one soda, if ANY!)
Keith: Yes (at least he doesn't lie, right?)
Me: Did Daddy say you could have it? (because I sure as heck didn't!)
Keith: No. I got it so YOU didn't have to waste water. (emphasis on the YOU)

OK, you got me. How do you argue with that one?

Numbers

The other day Keith came in and asked to see the number on my stomach. I looked at him blankly and asked "number? What number?" and he said "you know, from when I lived in your stomach. What number is on your tummy?" I had no clue what he was talking about. So a day or so later he came in and said "Since Caroline was the third baby, did she put a number three on your stomach?" I, being the caring mom I am, said "what are you talking about? There are no numbers on my stomach!" to which Keith replied...

"You know, you keep saying all of us kids put a number on your stomach."

And all of a sudden the lightbulb went off and I asked "you all DID a number on my stomach?" to which he replied "YES!"

Priceless.