Wishes come true, not free

Morgan and Iris are playing Dress Up. Rowan is in the room, about 45% paying attention to the girls and 72% paying attention to his video game. (He gets more than 100% of attention, but always uses most of it for video games. That’s just how he rolls.)

Morgan:   ARRGH! I’m a Pirate!
Iris:           I’m a Vampire!
Me:           Is your name Mortitia?
Iris:           I don’t know, she hasn’t told me her name yet.
Rowan:   If I am in the beauty pageant, I will be a ninja.

Earlier today Rowan asked me, appropos of nothing if I knew how to meditate.  o.O

Bear in mind that little dude is about to turn 7.

Then just a few minutes ago he walked up to Gretta and initiated Operation Baffle the Adults.

R:  If you were my pet, and you were adorable, I would call you Cutiepants.
Gretta:  er.... I am adorable.
R:  But you're not my pet.

I dunno man... I just work here.

Me: What would you like for Christmas?
Rowan: A Popcorn Machine!
Me: What on earth would you do with a popcorn machine?
Rowan: I would plug it in. Then I would put a bowl under it to catch the popcorn.


Thus spaketh the four year old.



The Chieftains: *play Irish Christmas music*
Rowan: This music is so beautiful!
Me: *is proud*
Rowan: I want to listen to rock n' roll!
Me: Uh, right then.
Carl: *after hearing about it later* That's my boy! Bring on the ugly music! Beautiful music is for wimps!

(I made the last part up. Totally)