Monday, January 24, 2011

We keep him around for the comic relief

Noah and I had a good conversation this morning.

Noah: Mommy, can you help me with the Legos?
Me: No, I'm working.
Noah: The man will help me.
Me: Who is the man?
Noah: Me.
Me: Oh. Are you a big man, or a little man?
Noah: I'm a little man.
Me: When will you be a big man? How old do you have to be to be a big man?
Noah: Five. I will go to my class.

For the entire conversation, he was answering in this goofy voice. So my next question was:

Me: Why are you talking funny?

To which he replied, without missing a beat:

Noah: Because I'm American.


Kerrie said...

Ha! I love it! (Millie is the comedian in our family -- just two days ago she pooped two BUTTONS.)

Ryan said...

Hahahahaha...hey. Wait a minute.

Top-of-the-Arch said...

Please ask Noah if he minds that the next time when someone makes fun of my "foreign accent", I could use the same line?
One time a person says to me, "You speak English, where are you from?"
It is sunny today but there was forecast of freezing rain and sleet tomorrow. I prefer the snow in NYC than the freezing rain.
Have a good week,

Top-of-the-Arch said...

The word "broken" was left out in my previous comment.
The person said, "You speak BROKEN English, where are you from?"