To set the scene for this one I have to tell you where we were and what was being said.
I was buckling Jaxon in to his car seat while he and Daddy discussed which way we should go home. Jaxon told Tim to go left when normally we go right. And whenever we go left he bitches that we’re going the wrong way. The conversation went like this…

Daddy: We’re not going left because you always bitch at me.

Jaxon: But I want to go left.

Mum: You promise you wont whinge?

Jaxon: What’s whinge?

Mum: it’s like bitching. It’s when you go “Mum I’m hungry. Mum I’m hungry. Mum I’m hungry. Mum I don’t have a drink I don’t have a drink…” (insert high pitched whine here)

So apparently, when I shut his door and was walking around the car to hop in Jaxon said to Daddy “That’s not how I bitch!”

Jaxon playing in the mud after a rainy day.

Mum: Get out of the mud and go jump on your trampoline Jaxon!
Jaxon: But my trampoline is too bouncy. It will break me in half. Maybe even in to pieces. Like a jigsaw puzzle. And then I wont be able to jump on my trampoline anymore.

Jaxon: What are those cards called?
Mum: UNO
Jaxon: No I don’t. What are they called?
Mum: UNO
Jaxon: I don’t Mum!
Mum: Yes you do. UNO
Jaxon: Noooooo I don’t know! Dad, what are those cards called?
Daddy: UNO
Jaxon: No Dad! I don’t know PLEASE tell me what those cards are called?
Daddy: UNO!!

I’m wondering. If we have that exact same conversation with him every time he asks, how many years it will take for the penny to drop??

Upon asking Jaxon what he did at kinder today he replied…

“Nothing. Nothing at all. I just sat there all day waiting for you to come and pick me up!”

He was covered in sand and a few new leg bruises so I doubt that’s true…but he sure knows how to make a mamma feel guilty!!

Jaxon: Mum, I’d like to have that last chocolate muffin.

Mum: Well, if you’re a good boy and eat all of your dinner tonight maybe you could share it with me. Or you could share it with Dexter.

Jaxon: I’d like to share it all by myself Mum.

I remember the first time I had a shower all by myself. I don’t know why. I don’t know exactly how old I was. but I do remember that Mum and I had been watching a very OLD version of the Titanic. When I got out of the shower I remember feeling very grown up. And so much more clean than coming out of a bath.

So the last two days Jaxon has asked to have a shower with me. He’s more in to making waterfall’s on the glass doors with the shower head than actually showering but because *I* remember how grown up I felt having showers it became a topic of discussion over dinner.

Here’s how that went…cheeky Daddy.

Mum: Daddy Jaxon had a shower with me today!

Daddy: Did you? I like showering with Mummy too… (that’s the POPPY IN HIM!!!)

Mum: He washes my back for me Jaxon….

Jaxon: What does Mummy do for YOU in the shower…??

Mum and Dad…snicker snicker!

On the way home from school in the car.

Jaxon: Mum what are we having for dinner?

Mum: Steak and chips.

Jaxon: I don’t like steak.

Mum: Then you can just have chips.

Jaxon…2 milliseconds later: Mum I want steak, lots and lots of steak.

Mum: I can’t win.

Jaxon: We’re not racing!

I don’t know if this counts as a Jaxon-ism as much as it probably fall’s under a Tim-ism.

The other night Tim returned home from picking up Jaxon from daycare. He told me that we had to find some jokes appropriate for his age.

When I asked why, he told me that he had over heard Jaxon talking to Buzz on the phone and Jaxon had said “I have a joke for you when I see you”

I don’t know what’s worse. That my son has such a large variety of imaginary friends or that my husband was eavesdropping on their conversations.

Jaxon got given a little chicken that you wind up and it hops all over the place. It started a conversation about eggs and chickens and hatching eggs with chickens in them. I was surprised to learn that he already knows that dinosaurs also lay eggs.

He’s at the WHY stage, which is rather annoying. Lately though, I’ve been trying to answer his questions with actual answer’s rather than “just because”

So when he asked where the dinosaurs were I told him, a big rock hit the Earth a very long time ago and the Dinosaurs all died.

Imagine my suprise when Jaxon told me the solution to the extinction of dinosaurs.

They should have gone to the Doctors.

If ever there was a time when something Jaxon said deserved space on this blog it is now.

While rearranging his bedroom he pointed to a photo of Tim and I on our wedding day and asked “Is that you and Dad when you were boring?”

We explained to him that we got boring about 3 years after that, when he was born.

At the ripe old age of 4 years and one month, Jaxon sat on my lap and put his arms around my neck. He looked me right in the eyes and said in a matter of fact kind of way, “What do you want for Christmas Mum?”

I told him that for Christmas I want another little boy as adorable as him.