Almost 5 year old phone conversation

Max called his school friend Justin tonight and I, of course, put the phone on speaker to hear the cuteness:

Max: "Can I come to your house Justin?"

Justin: "Yes!"

Max: "What's your address?"

Justin: "Let me show you"

Max: "But I can't see"

Justin (mother whispering to him in background): "1740 Marchand Street"

Max: "Is your house far?"

Justin: "No"

Max: "Can I bring my little sister?"

Justin: "Yes"

Max: "And my Daddy and my mother?"

Justin: "Yes"

Justin: "Our teacher Dave is big"

Max: "Yes"

This went on for a good 10 minutes before I asked to speak to Justin's mommy so we could actually plan a play date for the boys; so cute!!

On Co-Sleeping

Brooklyn, usually the easiest child to put to bed, couldn't sleep tonight. She ended up in Max's bed as I was reading his story, which he was ecstatic about.

Max: "Brooklyn, do you want me to choose a book?"

Brooklyn: "Ya- book!"

Max: "Ok, how about this one?" Holding up a book on heavy equipment, one of Brooklyn's favourite things in the world

Brooklyn: "Ya!"

Max (rummaging through his Disney bin): "Brooklyn, do you want a character?" 

Brooklyn: Vigorous head shake "no" 

Brooklyn (holding out her arm): "Bobo bobo"

Max: "You want me to kiss it to make it feel better?"

Brooklyn: Nodding vigorously "yes"  

Max: "I want Brooklyn to sleep with me all night!"

Such a sweet older brother

Go Habs Go

Max has morphed into a die-hard Habs fan- no surprise given Pat's allegiance to the team! As I said to Pat recently, "Tree, meet apple". This is how every morning proceeding a game has been in our house, since the playoffs:

Max (coming to the edge of the stairs and saying to me): "Mommy, did the Habs win last night?"
Me (most mornings): "I don't know Max, we'll have to watch the highlights to find out"
Max: "I hope Carey Price got a shut-out!"
Me: "I don't know about that Max; the other team already had __ points by the time I went to bed"
Max: "I have to go talk to Daddy about this!"

On Being a Gentleman

Max and Brooklyn were playing together in the living room, when I heard Brooklyn cry out. I ran into the living room and saw them both lying on the couch.

Me: "Max, did something happen?"

Max: "No"

Me: "Why did Brooklyn cry?"

Max: "I don't know. I was just lying down on the couch next to her like a perfect gentleman"

Where does he come up with this stuff???

Kids see no color

Max is a huge hockey fan and really into the Canadians right now. We don't let him watch full matches but we do let him watch the sports highlights the next morning so that he can see the most important parts of the match. This morning, he saw an interview with PK Subban.

Max: "He has black on him"
Me: "Max, he is black"
Max: "Why isn't he white?"
Me: "Not everyone is white, sweetheart. Some people are black, some people are brown, some people are white with different features. We are all different."
Max (said in such a sweet, innocent, happy voice): "But we all have the same heart!"
Me (melting): "Yes, yes we do"

Really, mommy...really

Max's exact words to me: "Franchement Maman, Franchement" (said with the exact right intonation and level of exacerbation)

He also spelled out his first word on Sunday: "S.A.Q." (Solid parenting, I know)

Deep conversations

Max: "Mommy, one day we might leave this house and never come back"

Me: "What do you mean Max?"

Max: "That's what Dwayne's daddy did. He left and went to another house because his mommy and his daddy were fighting all of the time"

Me: "Does he visit his daddy sometimes at his new house?"

Max: "No. Never. He just calls him sometimes"

Me: "So it's just Dwayne and his mommy?"

Max: "He might have a brother or a sister. Maybe yes or maybe no."