Knock-Knocks and "What-ifs"

Last week in the car, about 10 minutes away from home, Alex said, "What if the car were so long that part of it was still in the driveway?"

He's doing a lot of "What ifs."

Like, "What if we shot up into space and the trees gave us spacesuits on our way past?"


He has discovered knock-knock jokes and tells the same ones incessantly.


Knock knock.

Who's there?

Banana.

Banana who?

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Banana.

Banana who?

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Orange.

Orange who?

Orange you glad I didn't say banana?

Lose, lost, loozed

Today after a rousing game of hopscotch on the sidewalk Alex asked if he could bring his rock inside because, "I don't want it to get loozed." Took me a moment there to parse that one.

Shooting Stars

Yesterday, while looking at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers on his ceiling:


I'm going to swallow a shooting star so it can shoot out my butt. Then I'll close the toilet lid so it can't shoot out of the toilet.

Conceptually Speaking

Yesterday my husband was explaining to Alex the differences between baseball and softball. He said that in softball, the ball is bigger and the players don't throw or hit it as far or as hard. Alex asked if the lines, meaning the field, are the same, and my husband said that yes, the field is the same. So Alex asked, "So how do they catch the balls?" Because in his mind, if the field is the same size but people can't throw or hit the balls as far, everyone would be standing too far away from the hitter and throwers...

Sort of makes sense to me...