Phil's People

My Little Alien

Philip had a little bit of water on his arm today.

He said, "Look! My skin is shiny! That's because I was in Outer Space."

I asked, "Outer Space?"

He said, "Yes, I have another home there."

More Conversations

Tonight, while I was making supper. . .

"Mom! I am so strong! Amn't I?"

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At night when I put him to bed, I always say, "Good-night, Baby. Mommy loves you."

Tonight he said, "And Philip loves you!"

Watch Out for That Kangaroo!

I'm working in the store right now.

Phil just came down because his elbow is bleeding. He's all upset and sweaty.

I asked him what happened...

"I was chasing a kangaroo. Then I threw him out the window and he clawed me!"

After four kids, I truly believe four-year-olds live in an alternate reality - like on another astral plane or something.

Trying Not to Wake Up

Philip talks in his sleep. Not like normal talking in sleep where you can kind of hear them if you're right there but probably can't make out all the words. No. Phil yells. And he's always being persecuted.

Just now he's still sleeping but he just yelled, "Stop! Get away!"

I'm sitting in the living room and could hear him plain as day.

Chalk Art

(This would be DJ destroying Philip's art!)

Mine

Philip talks in his sleep...

This morning he was in his bed and he started screaming, "Mine! It's mine! Not yours! Mine! Mine! Mine! Ahhhhhh!"

(His sleeping life seems to resemble his waking life.)