Just call it an Oscar Meyer

We took Adam out to dinner a couple of weeks ago. We had a huge appetizer, and he just wasn't very hungry. He decided it was more fun to break his hot dog into pieces and slap them together.

Jared tells him to stop, to which Adam responds, "What, I'm just playing with my weenie."

Followed immediately by his justification that, "weenie is okay to say, it's weiner that is the bad word."

I almost spit the food in my mouth all over the table.

Any parenting moment I had was completely lost because I could not stop laughing.

It's sad I have the same sense of humor as 7 year old boy. Shameful, I know.

Adam-isms

After not being allowed to call everything "dumb."
A: Well then I'm just leaving!
me: (sweetly) Would you like me to get a bag for your clothes?
A: I'm not leaving this house, but I'm going to my room until after Christmas break!
me: Oh, great, can I have your presents then?
A: Well...I think I can do that part.

Adam's writing about Santa:
If I found Santa stuck I would get a real bulldozer and dig a hol that gos to the chimy and then get a rocket that touched his feet. Then I would light it and then he would pop right out.

Little Cowboy Fan

I got the rare opportunity to sub for Adam's class today. I relish any opportunity where I can get paid to be responsible for my own child.

Today, was Dallas Cowboy dress up day at his school.

Adam has this great team jersey, he's been excited to wear. Since the weather was cold I got him a white long sleeved shirt out to wear underneath it.

At school, while all the children were in the gym waiting for the assembly to start, I noticed Adam's clothing choice looked a little off.

I couldn't even see his jersey, because he had tucked it into his pants, and put the white shirt on top of it.

Clearly, he has his father's fashion sense.

I asked him to change, to which he refused because, "he had it on the right way!"

I left with a "I'm not going to argue with you about this -- go switch it around in the bathroom."

By the time I got back to his class from my supervisorly rotations, I noticed he was gone.

On my next lap, he had returned. I overheard him bragging about how awesome it was to a classmate, "Check out my jersey -- you can really see it now!"

...just so you know according to Adam, I'm still not right about the whole thing.

Serenity now!