JACK: (flexing) I’m so strong, look at my elbows!
In the bath.
CASEY: (points to the body wash) Okay. I’m ready for the slime!
JACK: Mom, ask me if whales are nice.
ME: Are Whales nice?
*No follow up context*
CASEY: Look Mommy I’m on the table. (starts dancing)
ME: What are you doing up there?
CASEY: Just bein’ myself.
Jack was taking very slow and loud breaths.
JACK: (whispers to himself) I’m doing such a good job breathing.
At my friend’s house, Casey asked for a slice of cheese. He was so insistent on it that my friend caved and let him have one. Then we watched as he put the slice of cheese on a scooter and gave it a ride around the apartment. He never ate it.
Jack kept asking me to wipe his butt for him. I explained to him that once he turned five, he would go to Kindergarten and he would have to wipe his butt all by himself. The next day, we heard him yell this from the bathroom.
JACK: Can someone wipe my bum!? I’m still four! I’m not five yet!
I was outside when a breeze sounded off some wind chimes nearby.
CASEY: (excited) Mommy, do you hear that magic?
JACK: I had a dream I was at a party and there was a fire! I turned into a fire truck and put out the fire!
ME: That’s great, buddy! Good job!
JACK: I wet the bed.