Skip to main content

kids say the darndest things, toy story 3 edition

-my kids continue to say the most hilarious thing.  we recently watched toy story 3 on dvd, and when it was over, my 3-year old was playing with his toys singing one line over and over again ad infinitum.  but it wasn't "you've got a friend in me."  nope.  instead it was, "you've got the ham in me." 

that's right.  you've got the ham in me.  in his best randy newman voice.  and then the other day it somehow morphed into "you've got the humble ham in me."  i don't know how the ham got be so humble, but what i do know is that i might be in the middle of a pastoral counseling session and my brain will suddenly start singing to itself, "you've got the humble ham in me," as if this was perfectly normal.  this is how kids turn your brains to mush so that they can take advantage of you when they are teenagers. 

-jackson, on the other hand, who is now 6, doesn't say as many cute things anymore, choosing instead to debate his favorite theory for dinosaur extinction.  he did, however, coin a new expression in our home recently.  we let him play his nintendo dsi for only a half hour on weekdays, and then more on the weekends.  well, last weekend he got to play the dsi for an extended time, and then watch toy story 3 on top of it.  that night when we were praying and telling God what we are thankful for, Jackson said, "i'm thankful for all the screen i got today."  so now we gauge how much 'screen' we're getting each day. 

-back to toy story.  when we decided to go to toys-r-us on monday so jack could spend some of his birthday money, we had said that we would go to the toy store.  cade was running around excitedly proclaiming that we were going to the 'toy story 3!' 

-and finally, we've gone through several cases of kleenex this winter, unloading pounds of snot into their soft caress.  but in the process we have apparently confused caedmon as to the proper name for said device.  is it a kleenex?  is it a tissue?  well, if you're cade this is an easy problem to fix.  he just started calling them kleenissues.  and now we all have.  for example, at the end of toy story 3, i was bawling my eyes out, and asked cade to get me a kleenissue.  he carried one to me, all the while singing, "you've got the ham in me!"


Crafty P said…
love it.

my boys and I went outside to play in the 'no and build a 'noman. for some reason, Dominic drops the "s" at the beginning of words and it's still so cute.
Emoly said…
love it!

We call that Molly ears (based on one of the youth - her name is Molly) and she always hears the wrong things... very amusing.

There's a David Crowder song where he sings, "All this for a King" and I always hear "Elvis is the King". Calling Dr. Freud...

I'm going to think about humble hams instead.

Popular posts from this blog


i made these comments and prayed the following prayer at one of our worship services at SPWF yesterday, and had a few folks asked if i would post them, so there they are: 
It has been a season of terrible tragedy.  And I have noticed in the news a trending phrase: thoughts and prayers.  It even has its own hashtag on twitter and other social media, but net necessarily in a good way.  People are understandably tired of hearing about others’ thoughts and prayers, when that is only a thinly-veiled way of saying that our only obligation to those who suffer is a brief moment of silence, or nothing more than a tweet or public statement.  The truth is that, for those of us who follow Jesus, much is required when our neighbors suffer.  We are called to do justice where we can, to love kindness and mercy, and to walk with God through it all.  But let us be careful not to throw out the proverbial baby with the bathwater.  We are, as people of faith, those who know that prayer is not simply an em…

a divided tree

there is a tree in my back yard.  i'm pretty sure it's an oak tree.  at least that's what i think Shannon told me.  i don't know my oaks from my maples, my elms from my locusts.  to me, it's a tree: a corinthian column bursting up into life and glory.  full of sap and pulp and rings and bugs and cells pulsing with water and always reaching for something.  it is full of rhythm, reach and flourish then fall and die, and repeat. 

this particular tree, though, isn't of one mind. 

half of it's rusted orange leaves have given up their grip and surrendered -gracefully or not - to the pull of gravity and the threat of winter.  the north side of this inauspicious oak is just about bare naked, all sticks and straight lines, a skeleton of itself.  but the side that looks south is stubbornly resisting change.  no longer green, the leaves have compromised their summer vibrancy, but they are clearly not ready to concede death just yet. 

i feel like i can relate to this …

thankful right now

"if the only prayer you ever say in your life is 'thank you,' it will be enough." -Meister Eckhart

"thanksgiving is inseparable from prayer." -John Wesley

i've been thinking about gratitude quite a bit this week, and how to foster a thankful spirit in the midst of the barrage of bad news that for me is punctuated by yet another "breaking news" notification on my phone, interrupting the busyness of my day to rudely remind me that the world's brokenness knows nothing of limits or boundaries, not to mention my schedule or sanity.  still, the bad news keeps coming. 

i just scrolled through my most recent notifications just from the last few days and they contain phrases like "crimes against humanity," "57 million users hacked, but not reported," "alleged pattern of sexual abuse," and "extremely disturbing," just to name a few.  how am i supposed to be present at a staff meeting when my phone is buzzing …