More Nate

Things Nate has said in the last few days.

When we were at the Butler Fair a few weeks ago we saw a white chicken that was throwing up.  It was super gross but Nate was fascinated and has talked about "that throwing up white hen" ever since.  When we were talking about what we might see at the Ohio State Fair, he announced that he wanted to see the "throwing up white hen".  Trying to prepare for the inevitable I said "Well, they may not have a throwing up white hen at this fair."
"No, just a brown one," he shot right back.
He then talked ceaselessly about when we would see the "throwing up brown hen, not a white one at this fair, Mommy Dactyl".

Getting out of the bathtub:
"Don't dry me.  I want to be wet and naked.  And cold."
Um, Ok.  I guess.

Yesterday and today when I dropped something in the kitchen:
"What happened, Hon?"
Me: "Did you just call me hon?"
All I got back was a sneaky look.

Putting on PJ's, the top, like many things, was a tight fit over his brainiac melon.
"I have a big head.  I don't like that big head."

After being tickled by his pediatrician:
"Mommy, that man was using his hand spider."

Dave remarked the other night that Nate was "scary smart".
"I'm not scary," Nate piped up.  "I'm nice."

We got a lollipop at his pediatrician.  Nate chose a purple one.  Driving home in the car, he had a revelation.
"This purple popsicle tastes like grape!"
"Well, Nate, purple popsicles usually taste like grape."
"Uh huh! And those red popsicles taste like cherry, and those pink popsicles taste like watermelon and those green popsicles taste like grass!"
"Grass? Really?"
"Yes, they do.  And those yellow popsicles taste like Mr. Sun."

When he repeated this observation about the rainbow birthday cake, Grandma Nancy asked if green might taste like lime.  "No," he insisted, "just grass."
Pause.
"Actually those limes taste like grass."
Touche.