Lincoln Liners/Ivan-isms

Lincoln Liners

"Mom, I think the bread should wear bread-screen in case it falls into the toaster on accident, then it won't get burned." 


L: "Mom, I need a new band-aide, my old one isn't working anymore."
Me: "It looks like your owie stopped bleeding, you probably don't need another band-aide on it."
L: "But it's still hurting."
Me: "Band-aides won't stop it from hurting."
L: "I know, but I just don't want anyone to be able to see my hurting spot."


Aaron: "Linc, what did you learn about during school today?"
L: "Well there was this king and he wanted the people to pay money to make drink. And the people didn't like it. And then the king got angry and sent soldiers. So the people and the soldiers were fighting. And then the soldiers left. And that's why we have Firework Day." 


"That guy has a very sharp knife. Never, never buy one of those, ok Ivan? Remember that when you're a parent."


"Hey Mom, do you know what's happening to my heat? It's wiggling away from me and out into the air."


"Gingamore means they know how to take care of a good house."


"Mommy, *long, deep sigh* I wish we had an ant-eater." 


I: "I have a little (imaginary) mouse in my hand!"
L: "I killed your mouse."
I: "wahhhhaaaaa! *Sniff, sniff* Well, now I have a new nice mouse in my hand."
L: "I killed that mouse too."
I: "Waaaaahhhhhhaaaaaaa!"
Me: "Lincoln, that's not nice. I don't want to hear you say the word kill again."
L: "But I can say killer whale, because there's a whale on the end. Killer whale! Killer whale! Killer whale!" 

Ivan-isms

Me: "Who's excited to go to the grassland show at the library and see the animals this morning?"
Ivan: "Umm, is there going to be a hydra?"
Me: "I don't think so."
Linc: "What about a little hydra with only 3 heads?"
Me: "Nope."
Linc: "C'mon Ivan, lets go play in the toy room."

Me: "Ivan how did your face get so dirty?"
Ivan: "I have magic in my throat and it makes all the colors come out."
Me: "And that's what makes your face dirty?"
Ivan: "It's magical."

Ivan: "Mom! I said I want to wear a t-shirt!"
Me: "That is a t-shirt."
Ivan: "No it's not, it doesn't have a t on it, this one has a t on it see? See that t. It's a t-shirt."