I love using this blog as a keepsake, in part as a way to make sure I remember all the wonderfully funny things that come out of my babes' mouths. So. Here it is. The latest round of Banksisms:
Daddy: "Banks, you're one of a kind."
Banks: "Don't call me that, please."
Because clearly it's an insult??
Daddy: "You have to behave on the golf course today, okay buddy?"
Banks: "Okay, daddy, but if a bee's following me, I'll need to yell out for you."
Golf Course: Beware of Bees.
Banks: "Mommy, how do you call a firefighter?"
Momma: "You call 9-1-1."
Banks, shouting: "9-1-1!!!"
Ha! So literal.
Banks: "How old are you?
Banks: "When will I be 32?"
Momma: "In 28 years."
Banks: "How many days is that?"
Momma: "I don't even know, buddy. A lot."
Banks: "A whole tank full of days?"
Momma: "Yes. A whole tank full of days."
Love his measurement system.
(While watching a model walk down the runway on Project Runway):
Banks: "Is that her Halloween costume?"
One person's fashion do is another's fashion don't.
Banks: "Mommy, can I watch Sponge Bob?"
Momma: "No. I don't like Sponge Bob."
Banks: "Can I watch it when I'm 20? And can I stay up as late as I want and watch any shows I want with you and Daddy?"
I would be SO happy if he still wants to hang out with ol' Mom and Dad when he's 20.
(After seeing an overly tanned woman on tv):
Banks: "Her face looks like a carrot."
I can't disagree.
Man, I love my funny little fella.