Kiddo, head phones on, singing along to whatever song. Loudly !

Mash-a-choo-shits, mash-a-choo-shits, mash-a-choo-shits .....

Okayyyyyyyyyyy..... guess I'll never move to Massachusetts with him then ;-)

On rare occasions I let kiddo watch some stupid TV-show. Like now.
Out of the blue a voice from the couch:
"Would you like to have skin like a peach?"

Me in tears with laughter, kiddo no clue as to why. At first.

Then:

Mom!! I _know_ these commercials are ridiculous !!!

Pheeeeeeeew ;-)

Home after a long weekend away .... Kiddo picked me up from the train station. I came home to a clean apartment (he even did the dishes !!!). He got all ready for doing laundry (himself). He said all the food I prepared for him was very yummy (except for the salad dressing - I tried a new homemade concoction) and chatted away ..... aaaaaaaaaaaand:

"And what are you making for dinner tonite ?"

Yep. I am home alright :-)

Kiddo (yelling from the other side of the hallway): You can hol' ab now.
Me: What ? I can hole up now? Like pulling the covers over my head ? Not talking to anybody ? Going into hibernation ?
Kiddo (rather confused): What are you talking about ? Du kannst das netbook abholen . (You can pick up the net book was what he wanted to say.)

Uhm .... yeah, hole. Like bullet hole in that section of my brain where language skills are formed *sigh*