Isaacisms

Isaac: “Mom, can I take my gun…

Isaac: “Mom, can I take my guns to town?”

Isaac [imagining]: “Watch out for the lobsters.” Richard: “Will they eat us?” Isaac: “They can’t. They don’t have forks!.”

Isaac [at a fancy restaurant]: “No wonder the food took so long! They put a bunch of tiny carrot pieces all over the edge of my plate!”

Isaac [pondering infinity]: “There is no end to numbers. Jesus is still counting. That would be boring for me, but he gets to live in heaven.”

Isaac: “If a shooting star hits you, all of your wishes come true.”
Richard: “Wouldn’t that squish you?”
Isaac: “Nah, you just get a bump.”

Isaac: “You should drink too much water and get a sick. Your tummy gets hard and you can play it like a drum. Its fun!”

Isaac [in the yard playing with kids]: “Ring around the rosie, pocket full of um [long pause] planets!”

Isaac [watching a waiter recite the menu specials to the table next to us]: “Hey, those people can’t read!”

Isaac [frustrated because he can’t remember a song]: “Stupid brain, I hate you!”

Isaac [talking to a stick]: “Well, it’s your last day to live. Any last words?” [Throws stick into fire.]