a good boy... funny too

So *j has been sharing some gems lately...

A while back ago, *J and *j were in the bathroom (*j often requests that someone accompany him, not really because he needs the help, but because he wants someone to chat with). *j tells his daddy: "just tell mommy it's ok for me to go to school... just tell her to take a deep breath and it's ok for me to go to school." This in response to *T's frequent reminder that *j will go to school for the rest of his life so he doesn't need to be in such a hurry. Result? We found a sweet deal on a killer Quicksilver spring suit and *j goes to swimming lessons once a week in the pool where the 1984 Olympic Water Polo matches were played.

The other day, *J and I were sitting on the couch, watching television, and *j was sitting at the table for lunch. *j announces that he is going to say the prayer and begins to thank his Heavenly Father for a few things. Then he says: "and thank you for the commercial where the guy says "hellllooooo"... that was funny" and then he continues on with the prayer. Classic. It was a reference to a Bush's Beans commercial that he'd seen about 10 minutes prior to the prayer... the one with the talking dog and the guy that gets locked in the pantry.

Another funny prayer story happened just last night. *j says: "thank you for *m (little neighbor girl) not being scared of me anymore." She's actually afraid of *J but *j now thinks she's afraid of him too.

Update: *j still loves saying "tell Buggati when you know"... still don't really know what that means, but now he has set those words to music. Be sure to request it the next time you see him.

On a more serious, but possibly more cute note. The other day on the way to church, we came to an intersection and noticed some police activity across the way. There was a gentleman in a wheelchair, looking like he might be missing a leg, clothes tattered and sitting on the median, probably hoping for some charitable donations. As if that wasn't hard enough, a policeman had pulled over and appeared to be writing him a ticket. *j said "what's that man doing daddy?" *J said "I think he's having a hard time and I don't think he has a house. *j asked why he didn't have a house and *J repeated that he is probably having a hard time in his life. As we made the left turn, *j watched the scene very intently. After passing the policeman and the gentleman in the wheelchair, *j says: "I think we should build that man a house." *J responded: "yes, we should build that man a house." Of course, that would be a great thing to do, but we just continue on. *j then says: "we should go to Home Depot and buy some wood and some paint and a roof and build that man a house." *J, nearly speechless at this point, says: "yes, we should... we'll have to figure out how to do that." *J sat with the boys in Sacrament meeting at church, thinking, 'I gotta figure out how to help this kid act on his good intentions'. Heart of gold that *j.