Gib changing Fenn's diaper about 6:45 a.m. . . .
Fenn in a sleepy voice, "My wing-ding is hanging out."
Gib, "Yeah, your wing-ding is."
Fenn, "I just don't know about that crazy wing-ding."

Later on when I told Great-Grandma Tucker about it she laughed and said, "Just tell him he better take care of it, no matter what!"

In a sticky sweet voice, Fenn says, "Daddy, I'm rubbing your face. Daddy, I'm touching your face and rubbing it."

Daddy laying there relaxed on the couch, "I know you are buddy."

Fenn in a not so sweet, but a touch of evil says, "Daddy, I'm rubbing your face with my hands. And they've been on my bottom."

I was kicking a soccer ball back and forth with Fenn. He decided to toss it up in the air and kick it. . .
Me, "Oh, your getting tricky now?"
Fenn (in a very, that was stupid question tone), "Yeah! I'm your son."

After using his swimming teacher's goggles Fenn says, "If I poop on the potty will you buy me some blue noggles?"

Gib, "Yes."

2 days later, Fenn poops on potty and says, "Ok, take me to Walmart to buy noggles."

While unbuckling his carseat 20 minutes later in the Walmart parking lot and trying to remember what he calls them mom says, "Let's go get your blue noogles."

Fenn looks at mom very perplexed, and says, "You mean noggles."

Mom, "Yes, I mean noggles."

While driving home from a family party about 9:45 p.m.

"Look at the moon mom. Do you see it? It's coming with us. Hey the moons coming with us."

Katie whispers in Fenn's ear, "When are you going to start going potty on the toilet like a big boy?"
Fenn thinks for a second, "Um, Thursday night."

Situation: Lynlee changing Fenn's diaper
Fenn, "Is is black?"
Lynlee, "No."
Fenn, "Is it green?"
Lynlee, "No."
Fenn, "Then what color is it?"
Lynlee, "Brown."
Fenn, "Hmm. It smells black."

Throwing pinecones in Twin Lakes. . .

Fenn, "Ouch. I got cut by a pineapple."

After listening to the song I Wanna Be a Rockstar in the car . . .
Fenn, "Hazel, you wanna be a rock star with me? Huh, do yah?"

Fenn, "Mommy where you going?"
Mommy, "Crazy! Wanna come?"
Fenn, "Yeah! Where are my shoes?"

Fenn wanted to wear some new tennis shoes (because they were the only thing he could find and he was afraid his dad was going to leave him). I told him we needed some scissors to break the rubber band thing that held them together and then I just chiseled it off with my teeth. I said, "You momma has sharp teeth." Fenn, "Why?" Mom, "Because." Fenn, "Why you got sharp teeth? Cause your a mean, old witch?" Mom, "Yep that's why."

After laying on my lap in the recliner for quite awhile, watching a spider walk across the ceiling, Fenn hops on his scooter . . .

Fenn, "I'm goona go get that spider some food."
Mom, "What do spiders eat?"
Fenn, "He eats chocolate chips and lemons. He does, he likes them. I'm going to Walmart, I'll be right back."

He then tried to leave the house on his flexible flyer scooter to run real quick to Walmart. He just couldn't understand my opposition to the idea.

"Mommy can we ride the elevator to the North Pole?" "I don't think so Fenn." "We can mommy, hang on." (In the Elevator at the Residence Inn, Boise ID, Nathan's graduation)

As I am carrying Fenn into Renown, completely lethargic, unable to even walk, he slowly lifts his head, looks out the window at the tall hospital across the courtyard and asks, "Is there a swimmin pool here?" "No, Fenn there isn't." "Darn it!"

"Mom, your beautifuuuul." I went ahead and let it make my whole day, ignoring the fact that in the week previous he had also referred to a BIG stick he brought in the house and his new wiffle ball with the same descriptor.

Mom, " Watch Marcus Fenn, its his turn to bat." Fenn watches in silent awe and then, "And now it's my turn to put on a helmet, get a bat, and go out there." Mom, "I'm sorry bud, but you have to be five." For the rest of the t-ball game, "Mommy, I'm five. See I am five."

"Mom, I pooped . . . . and it's a pellet."

Fenn loves for his dad or I to tell him a story.  We have gotten quite creative. Yesterday, I was telling him a true story about the time Jezzy jumped out of the boat on the Missouri River, got caught up in the undercurrent, and Gib jumped in to save her.  I came to a stand still in my story, trying to think about what I was going to tell him next when he piped in . . . 

"Then suddenly, it got very dark!"  It was hilarious.  I wanted to say no, then your dad started swearing at me about my inability to properly row the boat (come to find out the anchor got inadvertently dropped during all the hubbub).

Fenn, "O.k. mom, let's roll-eee-oh!"

Old Favorites

Originally, I was adding Fenn's words of wisdom as a gadget to our family blog. Unfortunately, it was getting out of hand and I realized it would take over the blog so I created a separate blog just for him and all his insights! Here are our old favorites from the family blog.

Fenn, "Let's do it to it!" Said at various times but always appropriately. (Picking up toys, leaving to run errands, making brownies)

Mommy taking a shower by HERSELF. Fenn THROWS open the door, "So mommy, what the deal?" Mommy, "I'm going to shower and later you can shower and have all the water for yourself." Fenn, "Now that sounds like a great deal mommy. Thanks"

Mommy's bathing Hazel, Fenn enters, "Mommy you are goona love this!" Mommy, "Oh, let me taste it (chocolate milk shake Gib made)!" Fenn holds the cup and gives Mommy the smallest sip ever! Mommy, "MMMM! That is good! How did you know I'd like that?" Fenn, "Because I think!"

Fenn, "Let's do a project!" Mommy, "What kind of project?" Fenn, " You get out that thing (food processor), I'll put in the cheese and push the on button!" What are you goona do when a guy want to grate some cheese, he wants to grate some cheese!

"That's not fare!" Anytime something isn't work out to his satisfaction.

Great Grandma Tucker was explaining to Fenn that Grandpa used to be her little boy, and I used to be his little girl. He sat in silence for several minutes and then said, "What did you just say?"

" I wanna see cyote, ducks, geese!"

"Don't say that mama!"

"I wanna rockey naked!"

"I wanna frappacino!"

"I wanna dasedall dat!"

"Let's eat! I want cheese!"

"I wanna rockey, mama!"

"I wanna sleep couch, dada!"