tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69045388234994473282024-02-08T06:10:45.968-08:00Hot Dog DialogueConversations with my children...you can't make this stuff up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-86211562791183962162014-07-30T09:03:00.000-07:002014-07-30T09:03:14.013-07:00On the Promised Land<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"><i>While reading our nightly Bible story, which happened to be about Joshua and Caleb going into the Promised Land:</i></span><br />
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<b>Chase: </b>Can we go to the promised land someday?</div>
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<b>Me</b>: Eh, probably not bud, but kind of. You know that Jesus is coming back someday?</div>
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<b>Chase</b>: Yup</div>
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<b>Me</b>: Well, when he comes back, he's going to remake the whole earth, and everything will be beautiful and no one will get sick or be sad, and we will live in the new promised land.</div>
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<b>Chase</b>: Wait, so everyone's going to live in one place?</div>
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<b>Me</b>: Sort of.</div>
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<b>Chase</b>: We'll all have to live in, like, townhouses.</div>
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<i>Price is Right starts, and t</i><i>he prize up for grabs is a new car. </i></div>
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<b>Chase</b>: Wow, a car! And a person! That's a great prize!</div>
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Uh, models not included.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-46989132055119071662013-03-16T16:45:00.002-07:002013-03-16T16:45:57.335-07:00On Cucumbers<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-44737703256238641682012-07-16T06:00:00.003-07:002012-07-16T06:00:39.830-07:00On Hatred<i>We are working with Chase on not using inappropriate words/phrases like "stupid" and "hate." He corrects us regularly for saying both of these things...so I guess it's working. Or maybe not.</i><br />
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<b>Chase:</b> Mommy, I can't say "hate."<br />
<b>Tracy: </b>That's right; it's not nice.<br />
<b>Chase: </b>But what happens if I hate babies?<br />
<b>Tracy</b><i> (appalled)</i>: That's really not nice, Bud. You can't hate babies.<br />
<b>Chase</b><i> (exasperated)</i><b>:</b> Not Claire, Mommy. Just babies I don't know.<br />
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<i>Chip off the old mommy block?</i><br />
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<em>The family is getting ready to go to the town's annual Memorial Day Parade.</em><br />
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<strong>Chase: </strong>Do you think there will be a marching band?<br />
<strong>Keith</strong> <em>(smirking): </em>No, bud, I don't think so.<br />
<strong>Tracy </strong><em>(confused): </em>I think there probably will be. At least the high school's, right?<br />
<strong>Keith</strong> <em>(more confused):</em> Wait, what?<br />
<strong>Tracy and Chase: </strong>A marching band.<br />
<strong>Keith:</strong> Oh, I thought you said a martian man.<br />
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<strong>Chase: </strong>What's a blog?<br />
<strong>Keith: </strong>It's a website where Mommy writes down the funny things you say so we can remember them later. We can show you if you want.<br />
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<em>Pause, as he contemplates this idea.</em><br />
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<strong>Chase: </strong>Ugh. That sounds boring.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-73776281021769345752012-05-07T07:51:00.000-07:002012-05-07T07:51:17.890-07:00On the HuskiesLove my little UConn fan. I also love how literal children are :)<br />
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<strong>Chase: </strong>Where are the pictures?<br />
<strong>Tracy: </strong>There aren't any pictures. It's a grown-up book.<br />
<strong>Chase: </strong>Oh.<br />
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<strong>Chase: </strong>Then where's the table of contents?<br />
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Well, at least we're making some progress since the original <a href="http://hotdogdialogue.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-nature-of-books.html" target="_blank">book conversation</a>. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-23997692444868606712012-03-15T08:39:00.001-07:002012-03-15T08:39:14.249-07:00On Heritage<i>Chase and Tracy are "doing preschool" and are matching St. Patrick's Day themed pictures to their shadows. The first picture is of the Irish flag.</i><br />
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<b>Tracy:</b> Do you know what flag this is?<br />
<b>Chase:</b> No.<br />
<b>Tracy:</b> It's the flag of Ireland. So, it's the Irish flag. Remember when I told you the other day that we are Irish? Our family was from Ireland.<br />
<b>Chase:</b> Like Aunt Caca? (<i>Keith's Aunt Monica)</i><br />
<b>Tracy:</b> Um, no, I don't think Aunt Caca is Irish.<br />
<strong>Chase</strong><strong>:</strong> Oh. Cause she's from Jersey.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-52750213150847720382012-02-27T16:55:00.001-08:002012-02-27T16:57:05.677-08:00On Wii Boxing.<em>Chase is not allowed to play Wii Boxing. He is however, allowed to play the other Wii Sports games, and so continually tries to convince us to let him play Boxing. So tonight, while playing in the "Training" section of Wii Sports:</em><br />
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<strong>Chase</strong>: Mommy, can I really play boxing?<br />
<strong>Tracy:</strong> No, bud, you know that. <br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> But can I play it in Training?<br />
<strong>Tracy:</strong> No, and please stop asking or you won't be able to play at all.<br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> But I can't play boxing because they punch people.<br />
<strong>Tracy:</strong> Right.<br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> And punching people isn't nice.<br />
<strong>Tracy:</strong> Right.<br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> But in Training you punch a bag.<br />
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<strong>Tracy:</strong> That is true. But I think it is the same.<br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> I think it is not the same.<br />
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<em>Touche.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-58145363787650243912012-01-12T15:35:00.000-08:002012-01-12T15:35:52.933-08:00On WeightThanks to Chrissy, our wonderful daycare provider, for providing this gem!<br />
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<em>Chrissy is walking on her treadmill.</em><br />
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<strong>Chase: </strong>Chrissy, what are you doing? <br />
<strong>Chrissy: </strong>I'm walking on the treadmill. <br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> Why? <br />
<strong>Chrissy: </strong>Because I need exercise. <br />
<strong>Chase: </strong>Why? <br />
<strong>Chrissy: </strong>Because I'm fat. <br />
<strong>Chase: </strong>Can I walk? <br />
<strong>Chrissy: </strong>No, you have to be a grownup. <br />
<strong>Chase: </strong>Why?<br />
<strong>Chrissy: </strong>Are you fat? <br />
<strong>Chase: </strong>No. <br />
<strong>Chrissy: </strong>So you don't need to walk on this. <br />
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<em>Sometime later, Chase is looking longingly at the tread mill, takes his thumb out of his mouth, and looks at Chrissy.</em><br />
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<strong>Chase:</strong> Chrissy, I think I'm fat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-87200802839788919642012-01-08T08:11:00.000-08:002012-01-08T08:15:14.306-08:00On the Nature of Books<strong>Chase</strong> <em>(from his hideout)</em>: Mommy, what are you doing?<br />
<strong>Tracy</strong> <em>(from the couch)</em>:<em> </em>Reading a book.<br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> What book?<br />
<strong>Tracy:</strong> It's called <em>The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo</em>.<br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> Oh, cool. Can I see it?<br />
<strong>Tracy:</strong> Sure bud, but it doesn't have any pictures.<br />
<strong>Chase:</strong> Oh. Nevermind, I thought it was a <em><strong>real</strong></em> book.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-25867146694899608182012-01-02T18:00:00.000-08:002012-01-10T10:41:02.997-08:00On Being Obnoxious<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><strong>Chase: </strong>Mommy, you're obnoxious.</span><br />
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><strong>Keith:</strong> You can't say that to mommy.</span><br />
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><strong>Chase:</strong> Who can I say it to?</span><br />
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><strong>Keith:</strong> Yourself.</span><br />
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><strong>Chase:</strong> I'm obnoxious, I'm obnoxious, I'm obnoxious.</span><br />
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><em>Then, to the tune of "Happy Birthday."</em></span><br />
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><strong>Chase:</strong> Obnoxious to me, obnoxious to me.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-18240556490655756182012-01-01T10:54:00.000-08:002013-03-13T10:15:21.141-07:00On Santa<i>While "reading"</i> 'Twas the Night Before Christmas<i> to himself in the living room.</i><br />
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<b>Chase: </b>And then Santa got a beer. And then he drank it.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904538823499447328.post-40865404416371788602012-01-01T10:41:00.000-08:002012-01-10T11:27:59.756-08:00Are You Writing This Stuff Down?"Are you writing this stuff down?" has become an increasingly common phrase around here. And I have been. Kinda. Ok, so definitely not as much as I should be. The idea of digging through a drawer for "Ye Ol' Baby Book" and scribing these gems of conversations with my toddler is a bit daunting, honestly. Maybe I'm just lazy. Or tired. Or both. <br />
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Either way, I realized that I did need to capture these dialogues somewhere other than Facebook, which will inevitably disappear someday when Zuckerburg gets bored and waves his magic wand. At least here, I can print copies every so often and tuck them into the sparsely opened baby book. <br />
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What can I say, kids, I'm a slave to the internet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2