You're banded

"You're banded," says B. "What?" I ask, thoroughly perplexed. "What does that mean?" His chin rises as he explains, "It means that you're surrounded by people." I scoff. "You're making that up." "No, no," he touches his chin thoughtfully with his index finger. "That's right. Banded. It means, 'surrounded by people'. I'm sure I read it somewhere."

Devine, maman!

"Qu'est-ce que ça donne quand je fais une raie dans mes cheveux au milieu de mon front?" Me demande B. Euh... Une raie au milieu? "Meuh non! Ça fait un triangle au milieu de mon front." Les mains de B s'agitent et forment une raie à droite. "Et maintenant?" Me demande-t-il. Là, même avec l'indice précédent, j'avoue que j'hésite encore. "Une raie à droite?" J'hasarde. B adopte une mine franchement déçue. "Maman. Ça fait une boule poilue à gauche et une ligne à droite." Bon. Au moins je suis rassurée: je ne l'aurais jamais devinée, cette réponse.

That does it!

"B!" My voice edged into a warning. "If you run into me one more time, we are leaving immediately." He crossed his arms and glared at me petulantly. "That's it. I'm getting rid of you."

Ma faiblesse est une force

"T'es faible," lui dis-je. "Je suis forte," me répondit-elle. "T'es faible." "Je suis forte." Elle me tendit une bouteille. "Pourrais-tu me l'ouvrir, s'il te plait? Je n'arrive pas à enlever le capuchon."

le plus grand, ce sera MOI!

B regardait sa soeur ainée. "Un jour," lui dit-il, "Je serai grand. Et toi, tu auras fini de grandir. Un jour, tu commenceras à rapetisser mais moi je serai toujours grand et je serai plus grand que toi." B afficha un beau sourire. "Un jour, tu seras ma petite soeur!"

You're just a bunch of babies

To get my attention, hubby tore a bit of his paper napkin, inserted it into his mouth, grabbed a straw and directed the spitball toward me. Appalled by this vicious behaviour, I grabbed my dessert spoon and catapulted peas in his general direction. My aim is poor so some of the projectiles hit B instead. He glared at us and primly said, "You guys are so eye-may-tour!"

Easy peasy

"You stink," I grimaced after getting a whiff of B as he snuggled into me on the couch. "Just plug your nose," he told me. "You'll be fine."

C'est quoi, ce costume???

Une femme, vêtue d'un burqa, passe devant nous. B la regarde, les yeux écarquillés, et, le souffle coupé, attrape ma main. "Maman! Est-ce que c'est un ninja?"

Marital Status

"When I grow up," B stated, "I'm definitely getting married." Why? "I don't want to be alone..."