Some Old Conversations with Cj

Cj has said many things lately that I must record, before I get old and my memory goes. As you know, brain function starts to deteriate after the age of 30, and so I have to be careful. It is the fluid intelligence that is the first to go, and judging from current conditions, I would say that the definition of "fluid intelligence" is the part of the brain that makes you remember where you placed your keys. Anyway, I need to get this stuff down before I start losing more than just the key placement part of my brain function.

Written July 3, 2008

Last week, after Bible School, my dad put his feet up. Nice for him, not so nice for the rest of us, because that involved taking off his shoes. And his socks. Sorry, Dad, just not that pleasant.
Cj, to Dad- You need to go to a Doctor!
Dad- Why?
Cj- You feet fat.


Also, Sunday Cj informed us that not only Aunt  Bekah, but he, too, "Had a baby in his tummy." After a little prodding for him to tell us more about his baby in his tummy, we have learned that the baby is a girl, and is going to be named Tabby, sound familiar? Anyway, last night he told Aunt Bekah that his tummy sticks out like hers, then he pushed his tummy out as far as it would go and padded it like the cute, little, pregnant boy that he is. He told Aunt Bekah, when his baby comes out she could play with it. Then he put his hand on his tummy and said, "Oh, look, it's wiggling".

Yesterday, when we were in Mulberry visiting with all the visitors, Cj started lying. He said, "I have to go upstairs" (A place he isn't allowed to go by himself at Grandma's house). I said, "No, you don't." He said he must go and got quite exasperated with me, I might add, because Grandma was "crying" for him to "bring her a glass of milk". Yeah, that was a total out-and-out lie. Then he headed straight for the stairs. When Mary caught him and stopped him he told her that Mommy told him he could go up. Another lie. So Mary gave him a little talking to about what lying was and then asked, "Do you know what happens when little boys lie? They have to look at the wall." Right away, Calvin said, "I'm Sorry-And that is NOT a lie."