Andy was eating a morning snack as we walked to the car this morning to take him to school. I decided to quiz him one last time on his spelling words.

Me: Lion.

Andy: …

Me: Lion.

Andy: …

Me: Andy. Lion.

Andy: What?

Me: How do you spell lion?

Andy: Oh, sorry. I was lost in this pickle.

Andy: Hey, Sarah. I had a dream where my traits were amberist kleptomaniac.

Me: Your traits were what?

Andy: Amberist kleptomaniac.

Me: Oh my.

Andy: What does amberist mean?

Me: I was hoping you could tell me.

Andy: What’s that thing where you’re willing to kill a king or queen?

Me: You mean regicidal?

Andy: Yeah. I was a regicidal kleptomaniac.

Me: My goodness.

Andy: Yeah. And I was actually regiciding.

Me: You were actually committing regicide?

Andy: Sarah. He had explosives. I had to protect the United States somehow.

We weren’t reading or talking about anything at all related prior to the following conversation:

Andy: I hate colons, but I love semicolons.

Me [not sure I heard correctly]: You hate colons, but you love semicolons?

Andy: Well, I just like to say “semicolon.”

The first thing Andy said to me this morning (well, second, after “Are you awake?”): Sarah, can I fulfill one of my life-long dreams by turning our house into a sixty-story hotel?

“Well, I’m going to go driving …. Wait, I’m six and a half. What was I thinking!?”

“This is no offense to my fanship of  Sponge Bob, but sometimes he is a moron.”

We were watching Flushed Away, and during an intermission, Andy was being Roddy and I was being Sid. In case you’re not familiar with the movie, Roddy is a pet rat to a rich family with a beautiful and immaculate house, and Sid is a sewer rat who barges in while the family is away on vacation and trashes the place.

Roddy: This place is filthy!

Sid: So?

Roddy: My family is going to be back soon. Does your life have a control z? I need to tidy up.

Andy got to see my youngest cousin, Jennifer. She lives up in Saint Cloud, and is an on air person on 103.9 the loon, and 93.9 the mix.

Andy wore green all day on March 17, starting with this hat he donned the minute he woke up.

And yes, that’s Super-Dog in a green shirt in the foreground.

I was in the backyard with the dog yesterday while Andy was in the front yard doing god knows what. After a while he appeared with a piece of construction paper and a Sharpie. He wanted to know: “How do you spell ‘get sprayed in the face’?”

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I actually spelled it for him, while he wrote. Then I thought to ask: “Why do you want to write that?”

Andy: I’m starting a business.

Me [suddenly remembering he had been messing around with the hose earlier]: You may not spray people in the face.

Andy: But it’s my business.

Me: No. People do not want to get sprayed in the face.

Andy: Fine. I’ll change face to mouth.

Me: No.

Andy: I know! [He turned the paper over to start again.] How do you spell “Get a beverage from the hose?”

He wrote the price without my help: $2.00.