It's a code

I try very hard not to use Spud's real name on the internet.  We are not cruel enough to have actually named him Spud, and he doesn't even answer to it in real life.  But, this was too funny not to share.  Decipher his code if you want to know his real name (if anyone reads this who doesn't know).

Talking to himself while writing his name on a drawing:

"One line up with two lines off.  Zero.  Line with curvy line.  Curly.  Squiggle.  Line with another line."

There you have it.  Spud's real name.  LOL

I don't remember this one from 7th grade mythology

Mommy, who is the god of....the god of....Godzilla?

People are appliances

Upon leaving Best Buy:

"You are a double freezer."  (Pointing at Daddy). 
"You are a double freezer."  (Pointing at Mommy).
"We are all double freezers.  Everyone.  Except those people we don't know."

Of course....

Yesterday I was so proud of myself for updating this blog to include all of Spud's randomness, not just his movie reviews. 

Last night, while taking his bath, Spud yells out to me something along the lines of:

"Mommy, remember when I used to tell you about movies and you would put it on the computer.  I want to do that again right now."

Mommy's computer was not on, so it did not happen, but expect some new movie reviews coming soon, interspersed with all his other weirdness :)

New title

I have updated this blog so that I can now include things that are not just movie related. I think my kid is hilarious, and I really feel like sharing some of the completely out there things he says on basically a daily basis. Enjoy!

We got a couple good ones from him this weekend.

Upon losing a video game, Spud let loose with this amazing insult:
"I hate you! You are like a goat flying at me!"

At bedtime, it is always a struggle to get Spud to do what he needs to do, which involves hugging Daddy, brushing and flossing teeth, going potty, and getting in to bed. Flossing in particular causes much wailing and garment rending. In order to make the teeth go smoothly, he is allowed on day a week (his choice) where he does not have to do either. Of course, then he has a million demands as well. They usually include a book, a hall light on, or some cold water (And it HAS to be cold. Don't try to sneak room temperature water past the kid).

Mommy: "Do you want to brush teeth tonight, or are you going to skip it today?"
Spud: "I think I need to brush my teeth."
Mommy: "Ok." He brushes them s.l.o.w.l.y.
Spud: "Mommy, I really feel like I need to floss today. My teeth want to be flossed."
Mommy: "You are stalling. Knock it off. It's bedtime."
Spud: "Mommy, I really want to read a Christmas book in bed. I think you put it in the garage with the Christmas stuff. You can go out there and get it. I will just watch tv until you find it."
Mommy: "Spud, just get in bed."
Spud: **pouts all the way in to his room**

It's a rough life being Spud.