"Can we play the truck game now? Pretty please?? With a quesedilla on top?" (apparently they rank higher than sugar in his book)
"Mom!!! It's SANTA!!" This was yesterday in the Walmart parking lot, to a man not dressed as santa,we passed as we entered the store...thankfully he laughed, probably because Carter said SANTA with the enthusiasm of Will Whatshisname in the movie Elf.
"Carter, quit picking your nose!" "But, Daddy, there is a big buger in there and I want to get it out." (yeah, I laughed)
To the Salvation Army bell ringer lady in the Santa hat, "Are you Santa's grandma?" (she told him no, she was his helper....then immediately went in to Walmart to buy Oil of Olay)
With a huge smile on his face, "Mom! I've been in the dryer!" (don't worry, his dad was in the next room and saw the whole thing.....I'll leave out what he said :)
"Mom, I'm gonna feed Walker some of my "mother's milk"" (this after catching him trying to "breastfeed" his baby brother who was about a week old at the time.)
"Mom, will I get into trouble if I poured water on the (prelit artificial, with a couple thousand extra lights added for good measure) Christmas tree? What if the bubbly lights are smoking?"
"Carter quit picking your nose." ..."But Mom, Simon said to."
He was about to get into serious trouble for all the weird messes I caught him making one morning. When I asked him why he would want to pour water in the floor in front of the door he said, "I'm keeping the bad guys out, Mom" Oh. (I think he's watched too much Home Alone?)
On Christmas morning, immediately after opening his presents, he immediately "called" Santa to thank him for all of his presents. He also told Santa that he hoped all the little boys and girls who got toys because of the charity b'day party liked their toys too.
"MOM DID YOU SEE ME???!!! THAT MAN LET ME GIVE THE TROPHERIES OUT!!!! DID YOU SEE? DID YOU SEEEEEEE??? (a few nights ago after we watched my neice Rachel and her 4th grade team win 2 games to win the tournament, Mr Young let Carter hold the trophies at center court while he gave them to the teams) He obviously suffers from great stage fright...haha.
"Carter! Quit picking your nose!!!" "Mom, why does God make stupin' (stupid) bugars?"
"Mom, what kind of hair do I have? Do I have down hair (long I think) like Rachel, or do I have not much hair, like Daddy?"
As of January 1, Carter is 3 years and 7 months old.
disclaimer: if you're my Facebook friend, you may have already seen most of these, but I slurp these posts into books to keep via Blurb so I transfer them here to do that....I would never remember the things he says otherwise. Oh, and brace yourselves, Lilah is starting to talk in sentences. I can only imagine the things that will come out of her little mouth! :)
...until the next edition of "Carter Says..."





























