Corbanism

Learning about density in school today, and like all home schools, the new knowledge was immediately tested...

Corban worked with Daddy, fixing things with tools from his toolbox. They talked while they worked about the density of wood, and compared it mentally to the density of Daddy's tools. Later, after lifting the tool box to put it away, Corban groaned at its weight.

"Daddy, this toolbox is just filled with dense!"

Corbanism

Standing behind his sister, his arms wrapped around her, he laughed and she screamed.

At my request for him to stop, he stepped away, saying, "I was just playing her!"

I said, "It didn't sound like you were just playing with her!"

He said, "No, Mama, I was playing her! She's my guitar!"

Corbanism

When Corban asked me to show him my muscles the other day, I obliged gladly, for I have been using Miss Holly's workout program of stick-em-in-wherever-you-can pushups.

"Wow!" he shouted, showing me his skinny little arms. "They're bigger than mine!"
(He did not notice that what hangs beneath my arm is larger than what is above, and I wasn't gonna point that out!)

So later that day, Kevin figured out how to fix something using his head, and when Corban exclaimed over Daddy's genius, Kevin said, "Well, I just used my brains instead of my brawn!"

"What's brawn?" Corban wanted to know.

Kevin told him it was another word for muscles, and to this Corban jumped to his feet and said, "Mama has HUGE brawns!"

Corbanism

Corban makes a special mix for his tater tots and corn dogs, stirring mustard and ketchup together.

"It's kustard, Mama!"

My dear, that's like no custard I've ever tasted.

Corbanism

Learning his Roman numerals and loving it, Corban asked me what he would need to use them for.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "You know, I really don't know what you'll need to know Roman numerals for!" (I know, bad teacher!)

No worries. He responded, "Well, if I'm a person experimenting on Ancient Rome, I'll be glad I know this!"

Corbanism

Last week, we were making ice cream sundaes for the youth group at our house, and when Corban's turn came, I asked if he wanted hot fudge, caramel, or both.
He said, "Just hot fudge. I hate caramel. Me and caramel are worst enemies."

Micah-ism

During Sunday School (where I am the teacher, and our two sons are the only students), I was writing the Bible verse on our chalkboard, and I noticed Micah, out of the corner of my eye, flopping on the floor and rolling around. I said, "Micah, be still."

He asked, "Mama, how do you see backwards and side to side?"

A lesson in peripheral vision followed, and I successfully fought the urge to tell him I have eyes in the back of my head.