Tuesday August 17, 2010

cohenisms, part 55

avery was asking to watch tv, carrying around a Boz DVD.

cohen: “avery you’ve watched enough tv today.”

he is my mini-me. et cetera.

Tuesday August 17, 2010

cohenisms, part 54

cohen, singing: “my fluffy lies over the ocean, my fluffy lies over the sea, my fluffy lies over the ocean, oh bring back my fluffy to me! to me!”
mandy: “cohen, you know that it’s bonnie not fluffy.”
cohen: “yes, but i am singing about my fluffy.”

well, naturally. et cetera.

Tuesday August 17, 2010

cohenisms, part 53

at bedtime last night…

me: “cohen, what do you want to thank God for?”
cohen: “your head and things like that.” as he points at my head then around the room.

et cetera.

Monday August 16, 2010

cohenisms, part 52

cohen is convinced that percy, a male green train from ‘thomas the tank engine and friends’, is actually a girl. for example, we were playing with trains today:

cohen: “percy is lonely for you. she needs you to play.”
aaron: “percy is a boy.”
cohen: “you can call her a she if you want to.”

et cetera.

Wednesday August 4, 2010

averiatrics, part 11

avery loves elephants, and says “bye bye horton” and waves goodbye to her stuffed horton-the-elephant when she leaves her room.

avery, pointing at a picture of an elephant: “elephunny.”

love her. et cetera.

Wednesday August 4, 2010

cohenisms, part 51

me: “who likes apple juice?”
cohen: “me!”
me: “who likes apple juice?”
cohen: “me!”
...one minute pause…
cohen: “can i have apple juice?”

pavlov’s cohen. et cetera.

Thursday July 22, 2010

cohenisms, part 50 + averiatrics, part 10

both of my children, like all children, trip or fall down at some point. but unlike most children, my kids say the following before we can even ask them if they are okay:

cohen, THUD!: “i’m okay.”

avery, CRASH!: “k. k.”

et cetera.

Friday July 9, 2010

cohenisms, part 49

cohen, correctly, compares things that are brown to poop.

cohen: “that [insert brown object] looks like poop.”

encourage the metaphor, but not the word choice. et cetera.

quotastic

our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf. – lewis mumford

buffuddled buffalo

not enough keggers end this way.