Jonah: Is that the neighbor’s house? (pointing out the window)
Me: Yep.
Jonah: Why do the neighbors have a house?
Me: So they have a place to live.
Jonah: No! But they do bad fings. They knock over trees and gates and mailboxes. And they do bad fings and knock over fings and they have big horns. They bonk fings with big horns here and here (waving his hand over his face–nose and forehead). No, neighbors can’t have houses, they bonk them down with their horns and do mean fings and…
Me: Neighbors are people, silly. They don’t have horns. They need to live in houses like us.
Jonah: Oh.
Category Archives: Jonah
Jonah said this spring:
“Mom, Ethan lives in Dayton.”
“Yep, so do you.”
“NO I DON’T!! I live on Planet Earth.”
“Dayton is on Planet Earth, honey.”
“NO!! I just live on Planet Earth.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah, Ethan lives in Dayton–Brenna lives in Night-ton!!”
Then we both laughed our heads off!