Random Quinn quotables from our day together:
While watching The Soup this morning, Joss Stone appeared out of nowhere, singing On the Wings of Love, which was so absurd in and of itself, we were kind of howling. Suddenly Quinn said incredulously, "Whose name is Joss?...well besides Joss Whedon," at which point he shot me a knowing glance, for he knows that Whedon's most notable works are not my favourite.
Later while folding laundry, I inexplicably encountered his swim trunks. "Dude, when did you wear swim trunks?"
"I took a bath the other night, which I never do, and well, there weren't any bubbles and I really didn't need Papa like, peeking in and having anything appear at the surface." It wasn't so long ago that he showered with Todd every night.
Later still, I said, "Hey let's get a profile picture on your facebook account so I don't have to be all sad that you're some empty default."
"Mom, I am so unphotogenic, my teeth suck, and my chin like, retracts into my neck in every picture." OMG feeling gawky and insecure comes with the age, and of course, he's beautiful, but the specificity of his chin retracting was downright hilarious.
While sitting by me on the couch, I commented that his post-cold lite raspy voice was super cute, he said, "Like that episode of Friends where Phoebe gets sexy phlegm and licks Monica's noodle water to get it back." Jesus this kid remembers everything, and his intellect is just pacing itself until it sprints right past ours any second. I hear him talking to Alex about anthropomorphizing and I shake my head.
Finally, he walked past me on the computer and saw Karen's kids and said, "Aw, Jatin and Nikash for the win!"
On my way out the door, I was met by this thing, my kid, sporting night vision goggles. I'm totally not anti-gun, but this thing was intense. Is he training to be an assassin or an agent for Homeland Security? Oh well, he still kisses me, and that's all that matters.