We need to talk Dad...

Brady: When I grow up I wanna be a Daddy like my Daddy.

Mom: That's great & you're lucky to have such a great Daddy too.

Brady: Yeah, I do have a great Dad, because he lets me eat chocolate and play video games too.   Although, he could let me eat more junk, but he still won't.  I'm gonna talk to him about that.

Spelling IS important...

* watching James Durbin singing on 'American Idol' *

Brady: Mom, do you like his singing?

Mom: Yeah, I do.  Do you?

Brady: Oh yeah, I really like how he sings.  And he's a fox!

Mom: Pardon me?

Brady: He's a fox.  The t.v. says so.  See, at the bottom.  F - O - X.

* pointing to the network logo in the bottom right hand corner of the screen *

Mom: Oooohhhh, right!

Age is just a number...

Mommy: Brady, we're going to see Gramps at the funeral home, because he passed away.  That means he died, and is living with God in Heaven now.

Brady: Is Daddy going to be there?

Mommy: Yes, Daddy will be at the funeral home too.

Brady: Is Daddy dead too?

Mommy: NO!  Only Gramps has died.  All of our family will be alive there, except Gramps.  He lives with God now.

Brady: Did Gramps die because someone shot him?

Mommy: NO!!!  He died because he got very old.

Brady: Like 115 years old?  Because when you get to be 115 years old you die.

Mommy: Well, no he wasn't that old.

Brady: Was he 100 years old?  Because you don't die if you're just 100 years old.

Mommy: Gramps was almost 78 years old, but sometimes people die before they're 100 years old & sometimes they live longer.

Brady: Did someone cut Gramps in half and that's why he died?

Mommy: NO!!!!!!  He died from being too old; no one shot any one, and no one cut any one in half?!?!

Brady: Okay.  I think I'm going to live to be 100 years old.  Unless someone shoots me or cuts me in half.

Mommy: Can we talk about something else now?

Brady: Sure.  Did you know that if you lick your lips too much & then put a lot of salt on your food it'll sting?

Mommy:  Thanks for the 'heads-up'.

Brady: You're welcome.

When I grow up...

Mommy: Eat your dinner buddy, because I want you to keep growing.

Brady: I am really hungry tonight, so I am going to eat all of my dinner, because I want to grow up to be big & strong like my Daddy.

Mommy: That's great!

Brady: Do you know why I want to be big & strong like my Daddy when I grow up?

Mommy: No, why?

Brady: Because then I'll be able to make the rules for him!

With friends like you, who needs enemies?!

Mom: Come on Brady, time to clean up your toys & get ready for your bath.

Brady: I don't want to take a bath tonight.

Mom: You are, so get cleaning up & put all of your toys away.

Brady: Mom, can you help me clean up?

Mom: No, I'm sorry I can't.  I'm getting your bath ready & making your lunch for school tomorrow.

Brady: Mom, do you know what that's called if you don't help me clean up my toys?

Mom: No, I don't.  What's it called?

Brady: It's called "not being a friend"!

Mom: Oh, well lucky for me, I'm your Mom first, and your friend second.