Landon-isms

Some of these are old.....

Me: "Tomorrow I'm going to get on the airplane and go on a trip. I'm going to go visit Aunt Kelly, Uncle Justin, and baby Henry."

Landon: "And then Grandma and Grandpa will come take care of me?"

Me: "No. Daddy will be here. He isn't going with me."

Landon: "Oh. Daddy is going to come take care of us. Well, he won't know my house."

Me: "Daddy lives here you know."

Landon: "Oh yeah. Where are you going again?"

Me: "On the airplane to visit Aunt Kelly, Uncle Justin, and baby Henry."



He calls his toy penguin, Pengie.  I think this is adorable.


He calls anything with a hook shaped apparatus (hanger, crane, etc.) a "hooker." Quite frequently I hear him ask, "Mom, where's my hooker?" or "Ok, I got my hooker!" It is pretty comical.


(While looking at a wooden cross in our room) - "Mom, Jesus was on that, and he cried."

Guacamole = Rock-a-mole

Nutella (a rarentreat in our house) = Donatella (like the Ninja Turtle, Donatello) He will say, "Can I please have a graham cracker with donatella on it?"














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