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When I grow up...II

Me: Raviv, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Raviv: A car.  No, a baseball player!  No, a Rabbi!
Me: You can be a baseball player and a Rabbi.  What would you do when you're working?
Raviv:  Play baseball and open the Torah.

Occupy dinner?

While eating dinner...

Raviv: lets have a conversation, mommy

Me: Ok, what do you want to talk about?

Raviv: Wooshee gaga.

Me: Raviv, How do you feel about the Occupy Wall Street movement?

Raviv: Good!

Me: How do you feel about the Tea Party?

Raviv: Good!

Me: Why?

Raviv: they're talking

me: Good point, they really have changed the national discourse. You know, a lot of people in this country are fighting over money right now, and who has how much. What do you think about that?

Raviv: Rip it up!

Me: Rip up the money?

Raviv: Yes, turn it into quarters!

Me: Then what?

Raviv: Share it! Then eat it all up!

Apples to Apples

In the morning rush to get out the door...

Raviv: I'm going to play my games (goes and pulls out two board games that a) are not his and b) have tons of pieces/cards. The night before he sat for 20 minutes placing playing chips on top of the cars nice and quietly)
Bil: Don't let him play with those!
Me: What's the big deal?
Raviv dumps the entire box of apples to apples, complete with 500 playing cards, onto the floor.
Me: Oh.

Halloween

Me: Raviv, what do you want to be for halloween?

Raviv: A baseball!

Me: oh, a baseball player, okay

Raviv: no, a, baseball!

Me: a baseball man?

Raviv: No, a baseball. Not a baseball player.

When I grow up...

Me: Raviv, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Raviv: A car.

Love

Bil: Raviv, who do you love?
Raviv: Mommy
Bil: Raviv, do you love Aba?
Raviv: No, Mommy
Me: Raviv, you're allowed to love more than one person.
Bil: Raviv, do you love Aba?
Raviv: I love Mommy
Bil: And...
Raviv: Danya
Bil: And...
Raviv: Go Berry
Me: Raviv, who do you love more, Mommy or Go Berry?
Raviv: Go Berry.

Go Berry is our local frozen yogurt shop

Sacred?

While walking on the bike path, we see a low cinder block wall

Raviv: Mommy, can I walk on the Kotel?

The not quite budding artist

Yesterday:

Me: Raviv, what is your favorite color?
Raviv: Pants.

Today:
Me: Raviv, what is your favorite color?
Raviv: Crayons.

Getting closer...

What if it were a sale on babies?

Bil: If you haven't had the baby by Saturday would you mind if I went to the outlets in Wrenthem
Me: YES! You aren't going an hour and a half away! What if I go into labor?
Bil: But Penguin is having a 50-70% off sale
Me: Well, I'm having a baby.

Such a Yid.

In the car heading to a birthday party brunch for one of Raviv's friends. Raviv was very concerned about the menu.

Raviv: Cake?
Me: Yes, I think there will be cake.
Raviv: Cookies?
Me: Maybe
Raviv: Bagels?
Me: Probably
Raviv: Salmon?
Me: I don't know.

Volvo drivers

A friend recently posted a link to the site "Things Republicans Hate." The #3 thing a republicans hate is a Volvo. My husband loves his Volvo, and fits the description of who drives one to a T:

Volvos can often be found outside of organic grocery stores, French restaurants and Apple stores. Volvo drivers are usually women with short haircuts or men with long haircuts who may or may not be wearing thick-framed eyeglasses.

http://thethingsrepublicanshate.com/?p=20

Ugh.

While in the third trimester of pregnancy:

Me: I'm getting cankles
Bil: What are cankles?
Me: When your legs run into your feet, and there is no ankle definition.
Bil: All the more reason to wear your Uggs.

Like Father Like Son

Now that Raviv is beginning to talk more, I realize how similar he and Bil are. Now that Bil is not the only humorous one in the house, I will start including conversations with my son.

While at the library, Raviv had a total meltdown.

Raviv (frantic and crying in that way only a 2 year old can pull off): I want to go! I want to go!
Me: We'll go home in a minute
Raviv: No! I want to go!
Me: Where do you want to go?
Raviv: Shopping!

Does Ketchup say Moo?

Bil made Raviv french fries for his birthday which he enjoyed dipping in my ketchup.

Bil: I don't understand- He'll eat ketchup but not meat?
Me: They aren't really the same thing.

While getting Raviv ready for bed...

Me: What are you looking for? Raviv has pajamas on his changing table.
Bil: But they don't match
Me: So?
Bil: He needs matching pajamas!
Me: Why?
Bil: What if there was a fashion emergency!
Me: What kind of fashion emergency would there be?
Bil: I don't know, but I don't want to risk it.

Stinky

Me: Bil! Raviv pooped. How long has he had a poopy diaper?
Bil: I don't smell anything. My nose is too stuffed up.
Me: Oh good, then you can change him.
Bil: I can smell! It's a miracle!
Me: Sorry, you walked into that one.