if you work hard enough, you can be whatever you want to be

when i grow up, can i be a teacher, and a drummer, AND a ninja?

as he is bouncing on my mom's stomach.
Nana: Nolan please be careful- Nana's a bit more delicate than she used to be.
Nolan: Why?! Because they took part of your brain out?
hahahaha you must know my multiple brain tumor mom to understand-

Grandma was asking about a cute little girl at church that Nolan likes to play with
grandma: is she your girlfriend? she has long pretty hair, doesn't she?
nolan: yes she does. she is a girl. sometimes i am allergic to girls.
grandma: what happens when you're allergic?
nolan: i sneeze.

dork ;)

humble

he always likes to tell me to say something after he asks me a question. as in "say 'sounds good nolan' after i ask you to go to the mall"

today we were driving and he says:
"mom, i'm going to tell you to turn here and you say good idea dude"
"turn here mom"
me (so obliging): "good idea dude"
nolan: "thanks- i AM pretty awesome"

luckily i knew he was kidding about the fire

as i'm bent over the tub washing my hair, i hear aila crying and nolan hollering.

me (yelling over the sound of the water): what is happening? please stop! (cause i know he is probably doing something that is making her cry)
nolan: sorry! there was a fire and i had to get her out very fast!
me: well okay but why is she crying?
nolan: duh mom- because there is a fire in my house.

questions and more questions

while knocking on her head...
mom is Aila's head made of plastic and so it makes loud knocking sounds?


nolan: mom [remember how every question begins this way?] what are those little things that go crawling up your buttcrack called
me: uhhhhh (dumfounded)
nolan: i remember. wedges (not wedgies). they're called wedges, right?