Jon Liu

As I sat down to dinner I greeted my family with a typical gangsta type greeting:

Me: “Yo, Yo, Yo, was up my famileeee?”

Evan: “Nothing much, just sitting here… loitering.”

Emma’s question of the day over breakfast this morning,

Emma: “Do you know how to whistle in Spanish?”

Emma: “Do you believe in ghosts?”
Michelle: “No, where do you think ghosts come from?”
Emma: “When you die you can choose what you want to be, like a ghost.”
Michelle: “What else can you choose to be?”
Emma: “A zombie.”

Emma: “Boys can’t have babies, right
Mom?”
Michelle: “Right, because what do girls have that boys don’t have?”
Emma: “Bellybuttons?”

Poor Emma was very tired this morning and she said she was not feeling good.

Me: “Let’s go get in the car.”
Emma: “Well, not me.”
Me: “Why not…?
Emma: “I might need to go to the Dentist so she can check my heart.”

One day in the car Michelle was reading quiz questions with the kids,

Michelle: “In the fable about the ant and the grasshopper, who worked hard all summer?”
Emma: “Meteorologist!”

Emma was bawling because her pet roley poley, named “roley”, died. I was trying to tell her that bugs didn’t like to live in captivity, and they die a a lot, but I tried to make her feel better by making an offer

Me: “Let’s go outside and look for a new roley poley.”

Emma (still crying): “But if I get another one he will just die… I want him to live FOREVER!”

Emma: “Mommy, what are these? (Pointing to the sesame seeds on her hamburger bun)

Michelle: “Those are sesame seeds.”

Emma: “Oh…so, will they grow hamburgers?”