It’s Your Fault I’m Not on Fire!

Richard [to Isaac who is finding reasons to be sad at bedtime]: “Why are you sad? You and I are the only ones who didn’t catch on fire today.”*

Isaac [forcing the tears]: “It’s your fault! I wanted to get close to the fire and you wouldn’t let me!!  You’re mean.”

*Paige set her hair on fire with birthday candles; Ben burned the hair off his arm while grilling.

Fire!

Richard: “Isaac, go keep Ben company outside.  He’s probably lonely and sad.”

Isaac: “Now he’s not!  He’s looking at the grill and smiling!”

Richard [looks out at grill with 4 ft flames leaping out]: “Oh.  Go outside anyway!”

Termites

Isaac: ‘Dad.  Find some termites eating wood, and then eat them.  You can tell me what wood tastes like.”

[Context:  Isaac loves the tale of my eating termites straight from a mound in the jungle.  Just lick your finger and they will stick to it.  Mine tasted like mint, because they were eating grass.]

Mr. Music

Richard: “What was the best part of school today?”

Isaac:  “Music class, definitely. We sang a fun song.”
Richard: “What is your music teacher’s name?”
Isaac: “Mr. Music.”
Richard: “Do you know his real name?”
Isaac: “Mr. Mozart.” [slowly smiles ear-to-ear].