Daddy I have an Idea...

I need to set this up.
A few weeks ago we checked out a Scooby-Doo DVD from the library. One episode on the DVD was about a villain that was a counterfeiter who had a printing press in the basement of a haunted house.

A few days ago the TV was turned to a cable news channel, not CNN or MSNBC, and muted. It was a split screen of the President and the printing presses at a US mint printing $20 bills. Michael saw the image on TV.

So the stage is set; in comes our wise and curious sprog…

Michael: “ Dad I have an idea; I think Barack Obama is a counterfeiter”
Dad: “Well you are not far from the truth there…”

So the subject was dropped, until a week later when Granma and Papa came over . Michael told Grandma that Barack Obama “is a counterfeiter” and “he better not put any of that counterfeit money in his bank account”

I never knew political ideology was a genetic trait.

Michael-Scott in 2010, has more sense then most and is only 5 years old.

little known facts about werewolves and China

Chris: So Michael what would you like to be for halloween
Michael: a werewolf
Chris: OK
Michael: yeah, a werewolf with a sock puppet
Chris: I didn't know werewolves wore sock puppet
Michael: they do in Chinese!


You just can't make this stuff up!

the Earth according to Michael

I'm not sure what the obsession was with New York??? Africa is included because one of his classmates recently moved there and his class had been talking about it a lot.

should I take him to the dentist?

Oma put the silly teeth in Michael's Easter Basket. He got the biggest kick out of wearing them.

something for the bunny

We went on a train ride, hunted easter eggs, hay ride, and saw the bunny. After the hay ride everyone was getting back on the train. My sweet, sweet Michael says "Can I give the Easter Bunny a piece of candy?" He goes over and gives him a tootsie roll out of his basket.

Michael said it was because he was so nice to put out all those eggs for everyone to hunt.!!

He can be so sweet and thoughtful

I need a sign

It was late the missus had put Michael to bed and told him only get up if you need to potty. Sitting in the living room we hear a crash. I get up and head to his room to find him standing next to his bed with a book in hand laying on the bed.

Now I'm am glad he likes books and enjoys being read to, but it is late.

I say: "What are you doing?"
Sprog: "I am picking up the book. It just fell of the shelf"
Me: "Oh did it now and I guess it just jumped right into your bed too."
Sprog: "Dad you know what I need, I need a sign on my door that says 'No Dad Allowed' so you stay out of my room"

Ooops I couldn't keep a straight face...wonder why.

Kindergarten

So, at breakfast Michael and I are talking and we get on the subject of him turning 5 and going into Kindergarten and he says:

When I'm 5 and I'm in Kindergarten I'll wipe my own butt because they don't do that for you when you're in Kindergarten.


...............it's nice to know that he paid attention to something that we said (we are trying to get him to wipe his own butt and make the potty in general a more private thing.....ugh)