TV discussion about the right to take one's own life and the according laws.
Kiddo went philosophically bonkers. Excerpt of a looooooooong bathroom talk:
"You know? When you die then there is NOTHING! NOTHING ! How do you define nothing? What is nothing? We are not there anymore. We are nothing. Where did nothing come from? Had to be SOMETHING to turn into NOTHING, right? And where did the something come from? How did I get here? From what something and what nothing ? Are we here? Or are we nothing? What other dimensions are there? Space? It's endless? There is nothing then? Define nothing. Where did the nothing come from? Had to be there somewhere, right? "

I love the inquiring mind of my son.
Yet .... I didn't have an answer for him .....

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*

As part of my fall-cleaning I took basically all my clothes out of the closet and dumped them on the couch. Left the room for a hot second. Came back. Kiddo stretched out on the couch on top of the pile of clothes.
Me: You comfy?
Kiddo: This is MY spot !

Yep, I still love him :-))))

Kiddo, the one that bitches biiiiiiiig time when I go "no-meat" on him for dinner, just gulfed down 4 man hole-sized latkes and a tub of applesauce. And I really mean man-hole-sized !!!
Me: Like it?
Kiddo: YEAH !

No words left :-)