Made in Ermish??

Three is going through a phase now where he reads all tags to see where everything that we have (hold, play with, wear, look at, eat, etc.) is made. For the most part (like 90%-- I knew it was high, but 90%??!!?, wow!) our stuff is made in China. Three has discovered though that our remote was made in Mexico and some of his underwear in Turkey. Who knew? Anyhoo, Three was telling dh about how so many things are made in China, "Like everything!", when Four pipes up and says, "Yeah, China is a machine! But what I want to know is..... where is Ermish? 'Cause you know, those Ermish people-- They don't use electricity."

From left field-ish (part deux)

We're at a park that has one of those HUGE old metal slides that we all used play on as kids. You remember the one. It scorched the backs of your legs as you went careening down (yes, you careened when you were a kid-- that slide was the longest thing this side of the Mississippi!!). Now why on earth they would be located at any park in Houston, TX and why any half-way decent parent would allow their sweet baby girl to careen down one in the middle of the summer, only to hear her cry in agony is beyond me... but wait a minute... I digress. Where was I??? Oh, yes, so Four had just gone a few rounds on the ancient gigantor metal slide, and as we were walking away to go home, I hear him say,"Boy (little snort), now that's a real slide. You know, just like the ones they have in France."

From Left Field-ish

Monkey Four. From the time he could string words together, this kid has come out with some of the funniest (and sometimes most bizarre) comments and questions I have evah heard. For about a year or two, at least one word would end in -ish. "Boy, this food is a bit hotish", "That car is a bit smallish, so we couldn't ride in it.", "When I'm biggish, I'll be able to eat that"... and the list goes on. As cute as the -ish affliction was and still is, it's no comparison to the things that fall out of this kid's mouth on a regular basis. And it usually is completely out of left field. Like the day he cracked the silence in the car with this, "Are horses--oh, wait-- never mind, they aren't hatched out of eggs (chuckling to himself)--'cause that'd be one prreeettty large egg!" Or after dh and I had come back from a week long trip-- Four was snuggling up to me and said, "Mom, when you were gone the holes in your ears stayed the same--open". So glad you noticed Four. Or like this morning when he just felt like announcing to everyone, "I don't like people's hair when it looks like rope-hair." I said, "You mean like braided hair?" Four says, "No, ROPE hair, Mom, rope hair." Uh, okay.. And last, but certainly not least, (there is a long list you know) at dinner one night came, "Mom, have you ever been poked by a blowfish?" Nope Four, not to my knowledge.