Nathanisms!

At the ultrasound the other day everybody was discussing whether this baby was a boy or a girl (moot point, now, you say. But pertinent at the time) He asked, "Mom, do you want a boy or a girl--- or just a medium?"

Anything remotely related to "Cars": "Focus, focus." or "Speed, I am speed." and our all-time favorite: "The Checkered Flag is mine."

For all tasks that seem beyond his capability: "I don't how know to"

Every single announcement that he has to use the facilities is followed by "And I didn't go in my pants."

Tape/Stickers: this, of course is not a favorite phrase, but fetish. A while ago in an uncustomary fit of organization I organized and labeled all the videos, toy bins, etc. The effect was awe-inspiring. For an entire hour the heavens aligned and I, I was an organized person. Then Nate woke up and tore of every single label off my boxes. In addition to ruining my really cool black boxes, we now could not distinguish the Home movies from the living scriptures from the disney. . . Well, you get the picture. Anyway, a month later in an another uncharacteristic fit of organization I re-made the labels and explained to Nate that any removal of the labels would result in severe and unalterable punishments. He agreed and I got two hours of Organizational bliss at which point the irresistible urge of adhesive won over and again the labels came off and attached themselves to his shirt, pants, shoes, etc.. The other day at the basketball game, they were cleaning up the floor and removing the blue painters tape that marked the out-of-bounds line. Can you say happy camper as Nate became the proud recipient of the 3 point line. He took it to bed.