I’m feeding Lucas and Tristan is in the kitchen colouring, out of sight but not earshot around the corner. Simon is engaged in some sort of imaginary play that involves a lot of talking. I can hear him stumbling over an idea.
Simon: Mommy!
Me: Yes, Simon?
Simon: What’s my second name?
Me: Francis.
Simon: No, my other second name.
I tell him his hyphenated surname. The boys get the order of their names confused, and Tristan will often say his first name, his surname and then his middle name.
Simon, obviously frustrated: No, no, my other name.
I’m still puzzling this one out when Tristan calls from the kitchen. “You mean numbskull?”
Simon, pleased: Yeah, numbskull. Thanks, Tristan!
And off he goes to play.
I swear, it wasn’t me. I have no idea where he got this one from (looks pointedly at Beloved) but I can honestly say this one wasn’t my doing…
great stuff.
Bee thinks that her surname begins with ‘The.’
I love it!
Too funny. And he’s embraced it so well too.
That’s hilarious! What a great story to tell him when he’s older.
I’d be giving the older brother pointed looks, I think.
LOL – in our house it’s goofus or goofball. Definitely one to bring out at his wedding. 😉
(captcha says he’ll marry someone named Heidi) 🙂
Love it, love it, love it!!!
Hee, hee…that’s GREAT!
AHHHHH!! the innocence of youth,Way to go Boys! Gotta love ‘um and we do.
Ahhh very funny.
That’s priceless.
Oh, so funny! I found your blog… I don’t know how… a series of random clicks. I’m glad I did though, you tell a great story!
Well, that “numb skull” will serve him well when you knock him off zipline at the playground… heheh…
Priceless!!!
oh, too cute.
OMG, that was so cute
Said in the most loving way possible, I’m sure. 😉
That is too cute!