Archive for the ‘Conversations with Island Boy’ Category

Conversations with Island Boy

Island Boy:  Are you going to sit with me?

Running Girl: Yes.

IB:  Oh, thank goodness!  I thought you were not.


IB:  I love you, Mommy.

RG:  I love it when you tell me that.  It makes my heart explode!

IB:  That means it makes your heart feel good, right Mommy?


IB: Mommy, I’m going to keep you forever!


IB: My music teacher played music for us today.  We were dancing to music from I.T.

RG: Who’s I.T.?

IB: Oh, you know, Mommy, my country-I.T.

RG: Ohhhh, Aiyti!


IB: Do you think I’m going to Ding Dong School?

RG:  No.  Who said that?

IB:  Daddy did, but I don’t think I’m going to Ding Dong School.


The cat races through the kitchen.  I see IB stomping down the hallway.  Is he chasing the cat?  I’m not sure.  I call him over for questioning.

RG:  IB???????

IB:  What?  I was not chasing the cat.

RG:  Mm hmm, go up to your room, please.


Reading “Hop On Pop”

IB: Look how fast the clock is going!  Oh well, we’ll have to keep reading.

Time sure does fly when you’re having fun!


–Running Girl


Conversations with Island Boy

The Major:  Who’s going to college?

Island Boy: Subway Dude!

TM: Do you have to be smart to go to college?

IB: Yes.

TM: Are you going to college?

IB: Someday.


[IB was on the phone with his cousin.]

IB: Do you think I’m cool?

Cousin: Yes.

IB: I wear my hat backwards.  If my hat isn’t cool, I turn it backwards.


IB: Can we go to that sandwich place?

TM: The one we went to the other day?  McDonald’s?



IB: I’m 6!

Running Girl: No, you’re not 6 yet.

IB: Yes, I am. What comes after 5?

RG: 6.

IB: Told ya! I’m 6!


IB: Girls love me when I do break dancing.


IB: It wasn’t me that burped.  It was Harry, the cat.  He burped.

— Running Girl

Conversations with Island Boy

Singing “Jingle Bells”

IB:  Oh, what fun it is to ride in one more sleigh.  HEY!


IB: I don’t like it when girls wear lick-stick.


IB:  I have a monster truck heart.


The Major brought home pizza last week.  IB had two slices.  He wanted a third slice.  TM informed IB that he needed to have some salad before he had another slice of pizza.  After much negotiation, IB finally saw the wisdom of having some roughage.  He was then able to have a third slice.

IB:  May I have another slice of pizza?

TM:  No, you’ve had enough dinner tonight.

After a few moments…

IB:  Boy, those boxes are making me really sad.

<<Referring to the pizza boxes.>>

No response from TM.

IB:  I said, those boxes are making me really sad.  You know?  Those boxes?  Those boxes with pizza in them?


IB: I think I love my butt. It’s so beautiful.


IB, to the cat:  Are you a small Haitian?

–Running Girl

Conversations with Island Boy

Island Boy was using a new “Sugar Cookie” scented soap.

IB:  You know, M, from Haiti?

Me:  Yes.  She was your Nanny.

IB:  She smelled just like this.

I’ll be buying boatloads of this soap to last for a long, long time.


IB is usually very good about bedtime.  Tonight, not so much.

IB:  When I grow up I am NEVER going to bed!


When I finally got him in bed and read him stories he pulled an old cell phone off of his shelf.

IB:  Hold on, Mom.  I have to text my girlfriend.


–Running Girl

Conversations with Island Boy

Island Boy:  Oh, Mommy!  You look so yummy!


IB and I had a conversation about the appropriate use of Ma’am and Sir.

IB:  What about “dude”?  I like to say “Hello Dude”.


IB:  Was Granny Mary killed?

Me:  No, she died.

IB:  Oh, that’s sad.  Well, I would have called the police and saved her.



Conversations with Island Boy

Island Boy:  Mama, I’ve got a song in my heart.  Can I sing it for you?

IB:  Mama, today I was last in line.  It was so funny.  I was the “ca-boobs”!

Me: Honey, I think you mean “caboose”.

IB:  No Mommy, I was the “ca-boobs”.


–Running Girl


Conversations with Island Boy

During a bike ride around the block, Island Boy had some trouble keeping his balance:

Island Boy:  Daddy, I can’t do this.

The Major:  Sure you can.

IB:  I wanna’ turn around!

TM:  Island Boy, let me tell you a story.  One time when we were in Haiti together, you saw a boy on a bike.  You got all excited about it.  You yelled: Gade papa!  Bekan!  Do you remember what that means?

IB:  No.  What does it mean?

TM:  It means, Look, papa!  A bike!  You wanted to be that boy.

[IB looks at TM in a puzzled manner]

TM:  Island Boy, now you’re that boy.

Island Boy smiled and got back on his bike. 

He rode all the way around the block.

— The Major