Schaferisms

Schafer has always been a funny kid, but throw in the fact that he's at that awesome preschool age where he can really put his thoughts into words and OH MY, THE FUNNY NEVER ENDS. I forget soooo many things, but I try and make notes in my cellphone and on facebook so I can remember at least some of his hilariousness at this age. I love him SO much.

"Hey mom? When I get bigger and bigger and bigger I will have hair on myself. And then I could carry Andy...and drink coffee, too!!!"

"Can I play with my GPS?" (He means Nintendo DSi...)

Me: Jabbering to Andy.
Schafer to me: "Why you speakin' baby??"


Schafer trying to get out of bed without getting in trouble, "Hey mom...I need to tell ya somethin'....k? I love you and uhhhh...well, I think you're cute."

Upon first meeting our elderly postman, Vernon, "Hey!!! I'm Schafer! What's your name? I like your shoes! Where did you get them?" (Vernon's shoes are from Lands' End, in case you're dying to know. Vernon is also visibly bummed when Schafer doesn't come to the door to accept a package.)

To our neighbor Oren who was working on his pickup, "Hey,that's a COOL engine." (Note, Oren now thinks Schafer is awesome.)


After towel drying Schafer's hair, post bath time, I tell him it looks like Justin Bieber. He looks confused and says, "WHAT is a Justin Beaver??"

He works words like humongous, scrumptious, interestin', frustrated, and ackCHOOwhee (actually) into conversations on a daily basis.

He was heartbroken when he threw himself off the small play set at my parent's house and was NOT able to fly, but instead hit the ground with a dream crushing thud. It was possibly one of the lowest moments of his life when I explained that he was not a superhero and the batman cape velcroed to his t-shirt was, sadly, not enough to make him ackCHOOwheee fly.

Sometimes it's hard being three, but mostly it's awesome.