7 Quick Takes Friday: Volume 9, the 9 Year Old Edition

My 7 Quick Takes for today are brought to you by my Quick Nine Year old.

1. The other day, while wearing royal blue sweats and a royal blue t-shirt (one of the ones we kept), he kept saying the most random things and then announcing: "That just came out of the blue."

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2. Recently, I told the kids about my dear friend Abby, about how when we were in college we used to call each other Abster and Monster. 9 year old? "Is she funny? Cuz if she's funny you could call her Abstract."

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3. We went to pick up his older brother the other day. 9 year old walked right past him on the sidewalk, kept looking straight ahead, and quipped. "Dude. You need a haircut." (It's true, he does.)

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4. Rick was talking to the kids in the car about pursuing the things that are important to them. He talked about how you only get to be young once, and this is the time in their lives to enjoy things they are passionate about. "You only get to be 9 once, you only get to be 12 once, etc." 9 year old: "Actually, that's not true. I get to be nine 365 times. And then, if you think about it, there are 24 hours in a day, so that would be 24 times 365. And then, there are 60 minutes in an hour. Oh yeah, and 60 seconds in a minute. And I bet you could figure out the milliseconds, too. And..."

He likes to mess with us.

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5. 9 year old made "dinner" for everyone the other night, or at least for anyone who wasn't interested in our paella leftovers. (Side note: we make paella relatively frequently, but the one Rick made this past Tuesday was the best one ever: melt in my mouth delicious. I was so happy when three of the kids opted for sandwiches or toast for dinner on Wednesday: more paella for me!) So anyway, my 9 year old got to work, busily filling plates with sandwiches, apple slices, chips and bell peppers. He really got into it.

My oldest child walked into the kitchen and promptly announced to the 9 year old chef: "The butter isn't melted on my toast. Make it melted." and then walked out again, after dumping his plate unceremoniously on the counter. The chef took one look at the plate and talking only to himself said: "I'll just make it look like the butter is melted." He mushed his finger all over the two pieces of toast, pronounced it good, and delivered the plate to his brother with a cheerful: "Here you go! Melted butter!" It worked.

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6. He asked me if the dinner I served last night was chicken tenders, and I told him that they were actually called breaded chicken breasts. His response: "Eeeew. You didn't have to tell me that. You didn't have to use that word. That's just wrong." Which led him to thoughtfully review of all the foods that have inappropriate names, such as chicken breasts, wieners, meatballs, etc. He was deeply disturbed that people eat things with such names.

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7. On a recent car trip, the 8 and 9 year olds were messing around and laughing hysterically. Still joking, Vincenzo started telling his sister she was annoying him, and that if she didn't stop, he was going to serve her a bowl of Smackadamia nuts. More hilarity.

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He's also quick to get away from a camera when I'm trying to snap a picture.

Go to Conversion Diary for the original 7 Quick Takes, complete with a venn diagram!

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Teacher Mommy said…
Oh oh oh. You have your hands full with that one. Had me giggling for sure...
Momo Fali said…
He is all kinds of awesome!
I love the story of the melted butter, priceless!

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