free entertainment friday, from funny-boy

Since it's Friday night, and since I have a wildly important recreational agenda I am home sitting at the computer, I was in the mood to make a permanent record of the silly things my curly kid has recently shared.  He'll often delve into a line of reasoning meant for the imaginary world....such as his "What if our house was filled with broccoli? --then we could just go munch-munch-munch and not use our hands!"   ....or his hypothetical "What if the whole world was filled up with Calvins, and my Sunday school class had only Calvins in it?"  

Whew--did your blood pressure spike just thinking about that? 



He recently asked me (in a serious manner) why I don't "do work."  I assumed he was asking why I don't have a job outside the home--but no--he clarified the brutal question: "Why don't you do work?  You just ask us to do work." After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I made known to him (in an overwhelmingly patient and calm manner *ahem*) the things that I do take care of around the house.  He also made me smile when he told me (several times) about the poisonous fly in the basement.  (It was definitely poisonous because some poisonous creatures are brightly colored...therefore, all creatures with color on them are poisonous.)  But--thankfully--this dangerous and extremely rare poisonous housefly was dead.  We dodged a bullet there.



These clothespin accessories might have been handy
 when Calvin said, "Hey Jude--smell my feet."



This boy wouldn't fall under the category of the pleasing type.  Agreeableness is not his thing.  He'll often come up with a rude remark just to see if he can get a negative reaction out of someone.  And if we tell him some super good news (especially if it involves receiving candy, chocolate, or anything sweet), awaiting his joyous reaction, he'll go out of his way to absolutely NOT crack a smile.  He straightens his face, opening his mouth wide to fight the corners of his mouth turning upwards in the wrong direction, and furrows his brow over big eyes that are unmistakably lit up.  But don't worry, his spunk catches up with him every now and then.  Like the other day when I heard Cami say this:  "Calvin, dance as GOOD as you can."  [...musical toy goes off with catchy tune]  ...and after several seconds of what was apparently a mesmerizing performance, I hear a loud THUMP...followed by an even louder wailing.

I guess that's what you call dancing till it hurts.