i must look hungry

I dropped Trey off at preschool as usual this morning.  I was getting one final smooch from him (and as has become routine, he also gave my tummy a smooch "for Baby Elle" as he says), and then I told him to have a wonderful day and I would see him after school.  My sweet boy replied to me,

You have a wonderful day too, Mama, and make sure to eat your lunch!

usain bolt carstensen

We have been in our new home for two weeks now.  The Dude LOVES having space to run and play!  Sunday, after running laps through the kitchen, living room, and front room, he came and told me with his most serious and earnest face,

Mom, you should sign me up for a class where I can just run and jump over things.

Apparently soccer just isn't cutting it anymore.

problem solving

We were driving in the truck and Trey told me,

Mom, I had a booger in my nose.

I asked him if he would like me to get him a kleenex so that he could blow his nose.  Trey replied,

No, that's okay I just picked it out and threw it down.

everything's better with it

While driving home, Trey was in a funny mood and was telling me that he and his dad were going to eat up the road.  I played along and told him that I didn't think that would be a great idea and that it would probably taste pretty bad.

Trey responded:
No it wouldn't, I'd put butter on it.

He is SO his mother's son.

reasons not to buy a house

Last night while driving to get on the freeway, Blinn noticed that a house rather close to the freeway had sold.  I mentioned that I sure wouldn't want to live there.  From the back seat, Trey said with 100% sincerity, as if he was making an astute observation:

It's because there's zombies there, right?

How could it have been anything else?

keep up with me, alright?

We were up at Grandpa Mike's shop after Trey's day of harvest on Saturday.  The night before, he had gotten to park the combine with Grandpa Mike as we arrived late, and then he went to the shop to sit around with the guys and enjoy a grape pop while they enjoyed their "barley pop" (as my Grandpa Kenny would've said). 

He had told his Dad the minute he was back at the house that he wanted to go over to the shop and "wait for the guys". We told him that they wouldn't be there for an hour or more, so we can just hang out, ride bikes and wait a bit longer to head over.

Trey didn't like that explanation.  He told his Daddy and I (with his serious face and numerous hand gestures):

"Okay, so guys we can go over to the shop, and then the guys will all come in, and then we'll be there waiting.  Does that make sense"?

early to rise, early in the sack

After a full 9+ hours on the combine with his Grandpa Mike, Trey was finishing up his supper and announced to his dad and I:

"Tomorrow we're gonna wake up, we're gonna eat breakfast, and then we're going TO HARVEST"!

master manipulator

Trey said to his Grammie,
"Grammie, call my Mommie and tell her that Cokie doesn't have sugar in it". 
And she did.

wishful thinking

Blinn was carrying Trey to bed, and Trey began covering his Dad's eyes and saying:

Close your eyes.

Then he would remove his little hand from in front of his Daddy's eyes and say:

Suprise!  Therrrre's Santa!

ousted by syrup

Trey and Blinn got to stay home on a vacation day without Mommie.  I am cheap, and rather than drive myself to work, when the boys are home, I prefer to have them take me to work and pick me up.  That particular morning, Trey and Blinn were discussing what they should have for breakfast.  Trey suggested waffles.  Daddy said yes.  Trey was very excited.  After this discussion and celebration ended, Trey looked at me and said:

We can't take you to work anymore Mama...bummer. 

This was accompanied by some very dramatic face and hand gestures.  I asked Trey why I can't have a ride to work.  He responded:

I just have to eat my waffles, we don't have any time for you.