Fee in a Hat

 I simply cannot abide this.

Jude's World

A peek into Jude's head, using direct quotes from the past few weeks:

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Me: "Hey Jude, there's the moon."
Jude: "We can eat the moon."
Me: "Oh yeah?  What do you think it tastes like?"
Jude: "Chicken."

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[While eating macaroni and cheese with his fingers, and slurping each noodle into his mouth]:

"I'm eating grubs."

(inspired by his recent obsession with Timon and Pumbaa in The Lion King)

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[Randomly, from the backseat of the car:]

"I don't like ostriches when they're angry."

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Jono: "Jude, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Jude: "I want gum, and I want coffee."

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[On his way back from the bathroom, spoken with detachment and nonchalance:]

"I put my finger up my bum."

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[After being discovered naked downstairs in the dark at 6am, playing Angry Birds on Daddy's phone:]

"Daddy is not taking his phone to work today."

...and,

 "There was a puwwwple biwwwd flying through the aiwww!" (still can't say his "r's", and he likes to draw them out when he does try to say them)

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[We've been having some talks lately about where God is and what it is, exactly, that he does.]

"When God put Theo's head on, did Theo cry?"

"God is gonna flyyy down from the moon and goooo into our hearts!"

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Amen.

On the topic of hair...

I came across this amusing vignette on the Sociological Images blog the other day, from a woman who had moved to Saudi Arabia from Finland:

[M]y american friend… was in a shopping mall with her [one-and-a-half-year] old son. His hair is a little longer which is unusual in Saudi but many parents in the U.S. find cute. 

A Saudi woman with a baby stroller stopped to talk to her asking, is this your daughter?  My friend said no it’s a boy.  So this Saudi lady dramatically threw her hands in the air looking toward the sky and began praying:  ”Oh Allah guide this woman to the straight path!” “Guide her to cut the sons hair!”  ”He looks like a girl, guide this poor woman!”

She told my friend she MUST cut his hair because he looked like a girl.

My friend was appalled at the woman’s behavior. Nevertheless she tried to be polite and said pointing to the woman’s baby dressed up in an all-pink outfit “What a beautiful girl you have mashallah.” 

The woman replied:  ”It’s a boy.”

My friend asked why is he dressed up in PINK? 

She replied: “Oh, I don’t believe in colors being gender specific.”

Ah, culture.