I agree. ;)
Josiah: Can I get drums? 'Cause Robert has a guitar, and I could play drums, and Grace could sing and we could have our own band.
Grace: No, I want to play drums!
They went back and forth about this way too long...especially since this conversation happened in the car. A few days later, Josiah did a recap of his plans for a band in Robert's hearing (since he was not in the car at the time of the above conversation). His reaction?
Robert [jaw dropping slightly as he stares at his younger brother]: What are you talking about?
Robert: Not gonna happen!
That's too bad. Josiah already had band names picked out months ago:
Josiah: When I get a band, I'm gonna name it after Superchick: Super-ham...or Super-turkey.
Josiah [matter-of-factly, to Jason]: Know what you haven't given Robert in a while? Beer.
You should have seen the looks on Jason's and my face! Can you imagine? But what Josiah was really talking about was a
Josiah: The dads are usually smarter than the moms. I don't know why, but it just usually works out that way.
This was what Josiah reportedly told his Sunday School teachers on Sunday. Sigh...
Me: Josiah, clean up your room.
I give him some time to get busy, and then go to check on his progress. This is what I find:
Please note: This child with the clothes hangers hanging from his ears is the same child who was passing judgement on the intelligence of parents.