Levi the 5 year-old has entered the “ask a billion questions a day” phase. It’s slightly painful, but also hilarious because he asks me things like, “Mom, what does, ‘Knock it OFF!’ mean?” along with dozens of other words and phrases. I’ve learned that my use of synonyms is actually pretty good. He’s also fascinated in family relationships. He just learned that he will not be able to marry his sister, that I won’t be having anymore babies coming out of my belly, that Grandma is in fact my mom and I came out of her belly and that someday he really will want to live somewhere besides with me. 
Isaac, my 8 year-old, was asking me where you are supposed to live when you go to college. I was explaining that you could live several places. If you live close to school then you could live at home or you can live on the college campus or an apartment. Ike decided that he’ll just live at home while he’s in college and then announced he’ll stay at home after college too. I’ve got to start making their lives in this house more uncomfortable. Then he asked, what is a dorm? So, I explained what a college dorm is and that I lived in one when I went to college and then I lived in an apartment and after I married Daddy I lived in a house. That’s when Levi chimed in and said, “And then you started laying babies!” He’s going to get it all figured out before he goes to Kindergarten this fall.
All these questions came to me while I was driving to meet Clay for lunch with our boys. During our lunch Isaac said, “I wish there was a little trash can that fit in my pocket with a lid and it would burn everything.” So basically, my son wants to have a pocket incinerator, which for him I don’t think would be such a bad idea considering how he leaves a trail of trash, toys, crumbs and socks wherever he goes. However, seeing as the boy can’t remember to shut off a light, flush the toilette, or put anything away, I highly doubt he would remember to use the pocket incinerator for anything other than to show it to all his friends and burn things that are not trash but most likely my most prized possessions.
These two little blond headed boys. What would I do without them?
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We love boys!! They keep life interesting, no doubt about it.
Boys were given to us to keep us in stitches. Laying babies IS an interesting concept, though.
Wow, that is fabulous. And the pocket incinerator is a really great idea. Can’t tell you how many times each day that I could use one.
This is one of my favorite posts that you’ve written. You used their language and expressions in such a cute, real way. My little boy wanted to invent a “fudge machine” for himself. Your conversations reminded me of my own kids when they were little. I really enjoyed this.
Oh gosh…that’s hilarious…pocket incinerator, get on the patent for that. The things I find In my washing machine or in my dryer if it makes it that far…UGH! And the questions..do you ever get exhausted at the questions….maybe if I could answer even 1/2 of them it wouldnt be so exhausting! Oh my brain.
So funny! And it seems that my 5 year old boy is a kindred spirit to yours…
the sad thing is, my husband is 49 and wishes he had a pocket incinerator too.
My 6 year old has a college account and I recently showed him the statement and he noticed the value had gone down since the last statement. I told him that was because the stock market had gone down and then spent an hour trying to explain to him what the stock market was.
My 4 year old takes everything you say literally and when I walked into the house the other day and said I thought I’d been hit by a bus he looks over and asks if it was his brothers school bus or the bus in town…
My four-year-old is for sale. He’s whining, flopping on my lap, and trying to poke his finger in my eye.
My five year old blond headed boy asks every day, “What means _________” (insert ANY word) It’s just so darn cute I don’t have the heart to correct his grammer!
Ohhhh, this made me miss my little boys when they were growing up. We have 5 of them and I so miss the fun things they say at those ages–but I think I’ve probably blocked out the “Lord, please just get me through the day with them all still alive”…times:)- oh man, the things they could come up with!
They are ages 22 – 34 now -can’t leave out the 19 yr old daughter,too!:)
Thanks for the smiles!
Linda C
Look at the kitty under the chair. She/he knows little boys always drop crumbs.
I love the pocket incinerator idea!
If you can make that pocket incinerator, I’d love one for my son. I’d happily install it in every pair of pants he owns so he quits leaving KLEENEX in them so I have that go through the washer and the dryer. Ugh. And my son also informed me two days ago that he’s going to go to school forever and thus get to live at home forever. I had news for him, too.
I think they must both be geniuses…Seriously.
This is hilarious. My almost 6 year old has been asking some of the same questions. It is fascinating what their minds come up with. I enjoy seeing her ‘get things’ like how family and school work. She likes to talk about what her life will be like in the future too. She will be entering kindergarten in the fall as well.
I remember when my youngest son went through this stage…question like “Momma, why are leaves green?” To which I tried to explain Chlorophyll(?)to a five year old…all the way to “Momma, which comes first..space or Heaven?” Many times my answer would be “because that is the way God designed it. ” I also had to often times tell him, “Baby, you need to be quiet for a while because Momma’s ears are hurting.” Oh what I would give to hear all those questions again…suddenly he knows everything!
This is my favorite post ever! Explains all that is to love about parenting boys!
I grew up near a college campus, and my parents would sometimes play tennis on campus. I recall asking what all the buildings were, and being told “the students live in them.” I was horrified at the thought that one would live someplace other than with mom and dad! Why would anyone do that?!
Boys! Love ‘em. I have to thoroughly check pockets before laundry because it’s amazing the things they pick up.
They are so cute!
My five year old has begun asking some really great/hilarious/deep questions lately too. Sometimes I’m trying so hard not to laugh my head off, but be seriously interested, and sometimes I’m hemming and hawing trying to answer what I don’t even think I know myself!
I LOVE this description of this stage of your five year old. Our five year old boy is doing the very same things right now. What a beautiful way to describe his sentiments and look on life! I think you’re amazing!