Th child totally knows his way around Netflix, and can find The Wonder Pets or Veggie Tales without my help at all. Mike and I usually watch movies after the kids go to bed and when they ask if they can watch too, we tell them no, because it's not a movie for kids. Well, the other day, I was in the kitchen and Isaac comes to me and tells me, "Mommy, I turned on a bad movie for you." Apparently, he thinks the movies we watch are "bad" movies. :) haha. For the record, the movie he turned on was The Sixth Sense.
I asked him if he had a fun 3rd birthday at Chuck E. Cheese, and if I could have my birthday there too. I said "Is mommy too big to have her birthday there?" From the look on his face, I could tell that the wheels in his head were turning. Finally after thinking about it for a few seconds, his reply was "No, you can fit in there." Gee, thanks. At least I know I'm not too fat to fit into a Chuck E. Cheese establishment. :)
He woke up the other night and came to my side of the bed (of course) crying. I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "Mommy, don't say 'spooky' to me anymore. It makes me cry." wha??? Me: "Um, honey, I don't understand. I didn't say that to you...what are you talking about?" Isaac: "Don't say 'spooky' to me anymore!!!" Me (still totally confused): "Okay, I won't say 'spooky' to you." At which point he starts crying even harder...because I actually said the word "spooky". I still can't say it to him, or he breaks out in this weird half cry/half laughing thing. It's so bizarre, and I'm still completely confused.