I've been collecting a few Tateisms lately to document this quite entertaining stage of his life at 4 1/2. Some are funny. Some are smart. Some are random. Some are actually thought-provoking. They are definitely all Tate.
How do you get to heaven if you don't have wings?
How did I get in your tummy?
Why do you have a hole in your ear?
We were discussing the navy people that live in submarines. Tate replied, "So do The Beatles. They live in a yellow submarine."
Can we just talk about crazy robots?
I walked by the living room and heard him singing to himself the song from my Haiti friends, "I am not forgotten. God knows my name." I told him how happy that made me. He said, "I was singing loud so the boys & girls in Haiti could hear me."
Do fish like it when sharks eat them?
Oh yeah, Baby! (a la Austin Powers)
(prayer before bed tonight)
Dear God,
Thank you for today. Thank you for Hide & Seek. Thank you for Will, Mama, and Crazy Daddy. Thank you for Mallory at Kindergarten. Please be with the people in Haiti and help them get houses. Be with Fransos and Baby Moses so they can have lots of food, and a Mommy & Daddy, and toys. Thank you for Mimi, Grandpa, MoMere, & Poppy. Most of all thank you for Jesus. Amen. A short pause. Mommy, Can you play soccer in the sand?
Oh my, this boy. One minute I can be in tears wondering how in the world I'm supposed to parent him. And then he turns around with a prayer like tonight's. More tears with the reminder of his sweet heart.
One of my biggest challenges. One of my biggest blessings.

