Tonight at dinner, Griffin saw a truck pull up in front of our house and wondered aloud who it was. Andrew said, “A guy in a t-shirt” to which Griffin replied, bewildered, “A dying teacher?!”

Two age-related conversations with Griffin today:

“I want to go to Kindergarten soon.”
“Oh, why?”
“Because soon I will be a teenager.”

Later, while climbing some rocks:

“Daddy, why did you almost fall?”
“Because I’m old and clumsy.”
“Well, you are not clumsy, but you are very old.”

He may have been born in California, but Griffin is definitely Minnesotan now. When I asked him about the cool lego train he built today, he explained that it was a “Corn Weeder.” Further discussion revealed that he was talking about a combine harvester. I didn’t even know what a combine was until a few years ago when Sarah explained that she drove one for a summer job long ago. Griffin is way ahead of me!

I don’t have a headache because my head is very strong and tough.
                    â€” Griffin

On our way home after seeing friends, close to bedtime, Griffin says, “I’m not sleepy or tired or resty or nappy, Mama. I just want to go home and relax with you.”

Griffin shouted from the living room, “Daddy! Come see the Fuzzy Wuzzy Slide!” He was jumping up and down with excitement and pointing to a beam of light coming in the side windows.

He explained that it is a special slide that only Fuzzy Wuzzies and Za Za can slide down. A demonstration followed, with Griffin trying mightily to jump up onto the “slide.” Each attempt was met with dramatic and joyous failure. “See, Daddy, I cannot slide down. Only Fuzzy Wuzzies and Za Za!”

(If you haven’t met the FWs and Za Za, see my recent post introducing them.)

While strapping Griffin into his car seat this evening:

Griffin: “Daddy, be careful! A car is coming.”
Daddy: “Ok, I will.”
Griffin: “Or you will get very dirty and then we will need to get a new daddy.”
Daddy: <laughing> “A new daddy? Where are you going to get one of those?”
Griffin: “At the store.”