As promised, it’s time for a post of Nicholas-isms. Are you ready? Here are some of the memorable things that came out of his mouth this week.
Random one-liners
“Yay, my muscles are all growed!” (after finishing his milk)
“Mommy, how do you get rid of a Christmas tree?” (On September 2nd.)
“Mommy, how do you make hand soap?”
“Is blue a color?”
“When can we ride on the fire bucket truck?”
“Mommy, can I tell you a joke?” (Breaks into the tune of the Star Spangled Banner. “When the ba-a-a-bies ate their own diapers!”
“Why is there wind outside? How do you make people? What happens if the blood stops pumping?” (Bam-bam-bam, just like that, with barely time for an answer between.)
“I poked Michael! Put the poke on there, Mommy!” (As I sit down to write the first three, after telling him what I’m doing.)
Memorable things said to me about Nicholas:
“Boy, he’s a talker.” (Random older man walking ahead of us in the mall, upon turning around to see who the motormouth is.)
“Why are you so talkative?” (His cousin E., while she’s trying to turn a somersault on a bungee trampoline, and he’s, yanno, talking nonstop.)
Conversation #1
Michael is yelling. “Nicholas, what are you doing to him?”
“I’m ANNOYING him!”
“Well, stop it!”
“Ridiculous Nicholas!”
Conversation #2
“Mommy, what’s this music?”
“Uh, I’m not sure. It’s either Mozart or Haydn, but I’m not sure which.”
“It’s Mozart.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Yup.” Pause to sing the chant version of “Lord Have Mercy.” Then, “No, I think it’s Hide-out.”
(Pause for Mommy to get in a good belly laugh…internally.)
Then, “No,” he says seriously. “It’s Mozart. Because it’s getting louder.”
In case you’re wondering, it did turn out to be Mozart. 🙂
Conversation #3
“Okay, time to go to sleep, Mr. Cute.”
“Mr. Cute? Don’t call me Mr. Cute!”
“Well, what should I call you? Ridiculous Nicholas?”
“No! Call me Bad Boy Bad Girl Doom Ice Cream.”
“Uh…okay.”
“It has wasps and bees and beetles in it, and if you eat it…”
“You’re doomed?”
“No!” Overtired giggles. “Bad boy Bad Girl Doom Ice Cream!”
Kathleen M. Basi 
Oh, little boys. Very cute. And holy moly, I’ll stay away from that ice cream! haha
an amazing little boy.
This is why I miss little children.
Bless your heart! (as we say in the south)
My talker is now, at 35, a political fundraiser. She gets paid a lot of money to talk to and charm people. Who would have guessed?
Oh, my goodness! That’s hilarious!
And it’s said that girls are more verbal than boys. Hmmm. It looks like an exception to the rule.
He seems suited for politics. Train him up good!
Oh, please. Anything but that!!!!:)
I’ll pray he be spared.