out of the mouth of gabe

:: after telling steve that he was tired and wanted to sleep with us and being told that he would not, in fact, be leaving his bed, gabe responded "but my brain says, 'i'm tired, i wanna sleep with mom and dad."

:: gabe uses numbers to explain things these days, but not usually correctly. like the other day he told me he was "five hungry!" to indicate that he really needed to eat right away. and as we were packing to leave tallahassee on sunday, he told me he wanted to stay longer. i asked him how long he wanted to stay for. "ten long" he told me.

:: "daddy, if you got killed, i would be sad because i wouldn't have anyone to wrestle."

:: after another pee accident during a particularly accident-ridden week, i told him that he needed to do a better job listening to his body, to which he responded with a shrug and "my body told me to pee in my pants and underwear."

:: yelled enthusiastically from the back seat, "you get a gun, then you get a knife. then you stab the giraffe and you shoot it. then you make it into hamburgers and hot dogs."

:: after drinking all of his milk "my muscles are as strong as God's now!" i told him that no one is as strong as God. he didn't believe me.

:: before, his curiosity was directed towards fruits and vegetables. now, he wants to know about meats... "mom, is a banana a pig?"

:: "i want to take off my head and touch my brain"

:: at the zoo, steve pulled gabe aside to remind him that we try not to talk about the color of someone's skin. gabe responded with, "but it was important for me to tell her that her skin matches my coke."

:: gabe is currently showing a lot of interest in the names of roads as we drive. as we were driving down deerlake road, he asked why it was named that and steve explained that the area where mimi and papa live has a lot of deer and is surrounded by lakes. when we turned onto copperfield road, he asked "because it has a lot of coppers and a lot of fields?"

:: "clouds. they cost a lot of money."

:: "mom, spit keeps going in to my brain."

:: his stories are getting elaborate these days and usually involve some form of injury (you know, to make then exciting). one morning, with great enthusiasm, he told me "i jump in the water and a shark eat me on the neck! then a stingray sting me on my penis!"

:: "mom, i want a tail"