Noah-isms

Noah was with me in the office this morning. To keep himself busy, he drew on my whiteboard. My back was to him most of the morning, but at one point I turned around to see what he was doing. He had the whiteboard covered with mathematics. There were square root symbols and division…I think I even saw some calculus!! “What are you doing?!” I asked. His reply? “I wanted to be smart like those babies in that commercial…”

We had lunch at a Mexican restaurant yesterday. Noah’s extent of liking Mexican food is soft tacos at Taco Bell, so he was happy to see that they had more American offerings on the kids’ menu. However, he still wanted to keep with the Mexican atmosphere. When the waitress came, instead of ordering the corn dogs — as they were listed on the menu — he choose to order the corn chihuahuas.

Noah is doing a reading assignment in class that lasts the whole semester. Each minute they read per day equals a certain number of miles. It is each student’s goal to make it around the world. This morning, Noah let me know where he was:

I’m in Congo right now. That’s in Africa. I passed Brazil right up. I mean, I stopped to get water and pee, but that’s about it.

I went to a concert last night, so I didn’t see Noah after dropping him off at school until this morning. The first thing he said to me was “how was the concert?” He didn’t care about sharing with me how his day was or what was going on in his life. He simply want to know if I had a good time at the concert. I was moved.

Last night, Noah was watching TV while I was reading, not really paying attention to what was on. That is, until Noah asked his question:

“So, where do you put those Tampax things?”

“What?”

“Where do you put those Tampax things? The ones that Mother Nature just told us about…”

Stumbling over my words…I really hate it when he asks me things like this…I just said “Don’t worry about it.”

Noah fell asleep on the couch the other evening soon after coming home. I woke him up so he could come upstairs and sleep in his bed; it was around 7:00pm, so it was still light outside. I went upstairs and was confused when I heard the garage door go up, since I thought he coming upstairs right behind me. I went back downstairs to find him getting into the car. He thought it was morning and that it was time to go to daycare…