Tag: H.o.p. quotes (conversational arts)
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Quote of the Day
“Can I put my ear against yours and hear what you’re hearing?” H.o.p.
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In an uncertain world, it's desired your mother should have a crystal ball
“Redwall” is a children’s book about mice and other animals at war with rats. Marty spent quite a while this past winter reading “Redwall” to H.o.p. at night. This past weekend H.o.p. got the “Redwall” TV series (first part) from Netflix. This is the state of conversation around here. Marty: They got it all wrong!…
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There's Jazz On The Other Side of the Great Divide
If I don’t write this kind of thing here, I’ll never remember it. I don’t believe H.o.p. will mind, when he’s older. * * * * * H.o.p.: Mom, I’ve gotten over my deathitis! I now think of it as crossing to the other side of the road. Me: That’s what many people call it.…
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Little Liar
H.o.p. has been experimenting with expressions and nonsense sayings he’s heard elsewhere. For example…tonight. H.o.p.: Mom, mom, when dad comes in, tell him his mom eats gym shorts. Me: I can’t tell him that. I don’t know what it means. H.o.p.: Yes, yes. Tell him his mom eats gym shorts. Me: I can’t say that…
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The 2nd wave of uh-oh it’s animals in my food hits H.o.p. Briefly.
H.o.p.: Guess what! Daddy told me there are pigs in pot stickers. Me (framing an old pic): Yes, there are. You didn’t realize that? H.o.p.: Well, I would like to keep the pigs safe. Me: H.o.p., you do know the beef you eat comes from cows. H.o.p. (after a split second’s consideration): Well, you know…
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The road to illumination is filled with potholes
H.o.p. (batting at an old earring I’d pulled out and worn today): What’s that? Me: It’s a building. H.o.p.: No, it’s not. Me: We were driving along, I saw it on the horizon, thought what a great building, plucked it and put it on my ear. H.o.p.: I’ts not a building. Me: Sure it is.…
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So that's where the kitchen was once, of course
Well, it has come to this. I would be, finally, painting floors this afternoon, but I find I have no floor paint. The lid appeared to be solidly on but when I pryed it up the paint was a solid. My hands are scratched, scraped and bruised. I’ve repaired my gourds that needed repair, gluing…
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Glad that's clarified
H.o.p.: You’re not so dumb, you’re just kind of confused. Me: Confused. H.o.p.: You know, how people sometimes get confused. Me: What am I confused about? H.o.p.: You know when you thought the T Rex ran wild down the street. I should have made it clear I was just telling a story.
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H.o.p. still blithely unaware of the attitude it takes to run with the herd
H.o.p.: I wish I had a t… dollars. Me: You wish you had what? H.o.p.: I wish I had a t… (mumble) dollars. Me: You wish you had what, a trillion or ten dollars? H.o.p.: I wish I had ten dollars. Me: Oh, OK.
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Stream of consciousness story-telling
The line that most stood out in H.o.p.’s stream-of-consciousness story last night (I get at least an hour of stories like this a day). He blends his stories with actions he is making. I was washing dishes. He came in and got yogurt from the refrigerator, in the middle of the relation of a Space…
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Physics
H.o.p. carries his huge stack of drawing paper from the living room to his computer table. He drops part of it. “Stupid gravity!” he exclaims. “I hate gravity!” He frequently complains about gravity and says he wishes it didn’t exist. I did not complain about gravity when I was his age. Sitting on the desk…
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The Show Must Go On (not, but seems to be)
“Pinocchio, you’ve returned!” And here am I, the first decent morning I’ve had in a while, the whale’s mouth opening a crack. H.o.p. is running in to yell, “The garbage truck is here! The garbage truck is here!” Bang, boom, crash. He sits back down at the computer to draw some more of the marvelous…