Conner has this little catch phrase that he's totally in love with these days. He uses it ALL the time, and because he's my kid, I think it's absolutely adorable and fun.
Where he picked it up from, I don't know, and I don't care, because it makes me laugh every time. What is this phrase, you wonder?
"That can't be good."
That's it. Cute right? Well... lucky for you I'm going to give you a plethora of examples of how he has used it these past couple of days...
Scenario #1...
Bath time. A happy exciting time. My kids can't wait to jump into the water time.
Because we live in bug ridden Australia, I usually have to wash out the few little spiders and pesky creatures that have made the tub their home in the thirty seconds since the last bath was run. SO! I turn on the hot water, and the hot water only, and grab the cup and start washing away the devastated creatures. As I'm doing this, Conner comes running in and shouts, "Can I get in???" and at the same time he starts climbing in the bath, not bothering to wait for an answer.
Of course he doesn't realize that I'm running scalding hot water, so I shout, "No Conner! That water is HOT!"
He ceases to climb in but says, "that's okay, I like it hot!"
And so I answer, "No... this water is too hot... so hot it will burn your skin off!" (I have no problem with exaggerating my point when it comes to the safety of my kids.)
Now enter Conner's catch phrase... "ohhh... that can't be good."
Ha.
Scenario #2
Playing in the bath.
We have these plastic sharks for toys in the bath. The kids love them. Unfortunately, one of the sharks somehow got his mouth detached from it's head leaving a gaping hole. So! the mouth would float around the bath, and the shark's body got used by Lena as a sort of a cup to drink the bath water. Nasty right? So the shark eventually made it's way to the garbage can, thanks to mother.
As they're playing in the bath, Conner notices this shark is missing. (For some odd reason, he liked to call this shark "the fallen shark." Perhaps his injury resulted from fighting in a war???)
So Conner says to me, "Mommy... where is the fallen shark?"
Me (figuring honesty is going to be the best): "I threw it in the garbage."
Conner: "What!? That can't be good."
Amen brother.
Scenario #3, #4, and #5 ... (having fun yet?)
Lena bumped her head and was crying.
Conner comes in and asks what's wrong. I tell him Lena bumped her head and he says...
"That can't be good."
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Conner comes wandering into our bedroom Sunday morning and asks to play Nintendo.
I tell him NO WAY. No nintendo on Sunday.
Conner says... "awwww! that can't be good."
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Missionaries are over for dinner, and afterwards give us a lesson. At one point, missionary says, "...Jesus died for us.... etc." Conner turns to me and says....
"Jesus died!? That can't be good."
Oh Conner, you sure are cute... and we sure do love you. Even if you do have three eyes.
Now onto other business.
Reid decided he would like to have his OWN blog... so I decided to let him get his way.
That's usually how it goes around here.
So we set to work getting a blog for him... he loves it, and he is counting on you people to come visit his blog. And he is counting on comments. Lots of comments. So let me just say this...
If you visit his blog, whoever you are, wherever you are, you had better leave a comment. Because if you leave him disappointed - I am sorry to have to say this - you will be dead to me. Dead to me, and to Wes, and to Reid, and to all the other rascals running around this home. I'm sorry to be so drastic, but it can't be helped. It is the Prepchuk way. (Sorry Grandpa P. - I couldn't resist!)
Here's the link:
(And it's also on my sidebar for easy access in the future.)
The end. Phew!