Reaganisms

My boy turned 6 this week. That's a big number. It's more than one whole hand, which is pretty big stuff. 

His biggest birthday disappointment? None of his teeth fell out. I suppose when I answered "when you're 6" in response to him asking when his teeth will start to get loose he took me quite literally. He woke up thinking he would lose at least one on his birthday. Ahem. Next time my explanation will be clearer. 

Other than that, he had a splendid birthday. In fact, when tucking him in that night he sighed and said "this birthday was just magnificent". Have no idea where he learned that word, but it's a big one, even for a 6 year old.

In his honor, I thought I'd reminisce and post a few of my favorite Reaganisms from the last year. His brain never ceases to amaze me, and I try to do a good job of keeping of track of them for posterity's sake. Enjoy! 

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Reagan: Mom can I marry two girls or just one?

Me: One.

Reagan: Ok, then I guess I'll have to decide between Megan and Mackenzie. I guess I'll marry Megan. Maybe Mackenzie can still live with us and be our bodyguard or something.

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Reagan: Mom, can we stop for a Frappuccino? 

Me: No, not tonight. 

Reagan: But they taste so beautifully.

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Reagan: "Mom, I am so tired. Bouncin' off the walls is hard work."

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Reagan: Mom, my head hurts.

Me: What part?

Reagan: My forehead and my 6-head. Wait, do I have a six head?

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Me: Reag, open the door and see what it's like outside. 

Reagan: It's dirty. lots of leaves.  

Me: I meant temperature...

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Reagan: Mommy... 

Me: What? 

Reagan: I love you and I farted.

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Mom, did you know that I flew up high to be able to get this cup? Well, not really. Daddy lifted me up. But that's almost the same as flying.

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Reagan: Mom, what's the guy's name who is under our feet?
Me: Uh... do you mean Satan? 
Reagan: Yeah. Him. Anyway, watch this! [proceeds to jump around]. I'm jumping on his head!
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*sigh* I do love this boy.