Odds and Ends

Gabe: Mommy, do you know what kind of gas my tricycle runs on?

Me: Ummm, regular?

Gabe: Nope.

Me: Ummm, diesel?

Gabe: No. It runs on antimatter.

Should I be proud or disturbed that my four year old knows what antimatter is.  Okay, he probably doesn't know what it is, but the fact that it's part of his vocabulary is a little weird.  No?

On our way home from church on Sunday Gabe informed me that I was ruining his life.  This bothered me at first, but then I thought, well, maybe this is a good thing, because if I ruin his life now it will be over and done with and then he can't blame me for ruining it when he's 16.  I will most definitely remember this and use this against him in the future! {insert evil laugh here}

One last Gabeism:  

Gabe: The other day I was playing croquet and I hit my ball so hard it went all the way to Timbuktu. 

Me: Wow, that's far!

Gabe: Then I hit it again and do you know where it went?  

Me: Where?

Gabe: Timbuk-three

Me: [laugh] 

Gabe:  And then I hit it so hard it went all the way to Timbuk-a-thousand!

My little super heroes practicing their moves.