Isaac [after 8 hrs at Whitestone Hill, ND, including a 45 minute talk by Richard]: “Was this some sort of battlefield or something?”
Afterthought: part of the point we were trying to make was that Whitestone Hill was more massacre than battle, so maybe he was paying attention.
Isaac [walking around the tombstones at Whitestone Hill, ND]: “Hey! Are these rips?”
rips =R.I.P.s
Radio: “blah, blah, blah, Anthony Weiner, blah blah.”
Isaac [quietly]: “Weiner” [giggles]
Read Kitties first.
Isaac [holding a bunny at the County Fair]: “You should move out so I can get this bunny. They only cost $10.”
Richard: “I can’t move out. It’s my job to raise you and help you become a man.”
Isaac: “I don’t need any help. What’s to do? I grow up, and bam!, I’m a man!”
Isaac [holding a kitty at the County Fair]: “Can we get one? They are so cute!”
Richard: “No, I’m allergic to furry creatures. They can’t live in the house with me.”
[15 minutes later]
Isaac: “You should move out. I really want a kitty more than living with you. Kitties are babies and more important.”
Richard: “Won’t you miss me?”
Isaac: “Not too much. After a year or so, when I am tired of the kitty, I’ll come live with you for awhile.”
Isaac [at the County Fair, looking at the Sheriff in his brown uniform]: “Why is the UPS man here?”
The scene: Richard is standing in the front yard, eating oatmeal for lunch (like most days), watching the neighborhood urchins play.
N., the nine-year neighbor girl: “Why are you always eating oatmeal?”
Richard: “It’s yummy, and good for my heart and my health.”
N.: “Then why are you always sick?”
Isaacisms 