For those of you new to rodalena.com, one of the Cool Bonus Features of this blog is the Ericisms, which now have a (drumroll puh-lease…) New Featured Page for your convenience. Eric is my youngest, and he’s a witty and prolific commentator of Today’s Culture, and my go-to source for most of the humor one finds around here:
While watching Star Trek: TNG with dad and observing Data’s quarters, Eric announced to the clouds above, “I could not live up there without no TV.” (I guess it’s about time I thought about starting up the grammar lessons again…)
A bit of political commentary, and a glimpse into the future: “I don’t wanna be a Democrat. I wanna be a demolition man.”
In a vivid illustration of the fact that I quote far too many movies in regular conversation, Eric forcefully shouts to his brother during a Light Saber Dual: “And you will KNOW my name is the Eric when I lay my vengeance upon you!”
A fashion tip: “Dad, you need a comb for your leg hair.”
“There is more to a boy than what his mother sees. There is more to a boy then what his father dreams. Inside every boy lies a heart that beats. And sometimes it screams, refusing to take defeat. And sometimes his father’s dreams aren’t big enough, and sometimes his mother’s vision isn’t long enough. And sometimes the boy has to dream his own dreams and break through the clouds with his own sunbeams.” -Ben Behunin
A Typical Conversation between Eric and I, after he’s been outside:
“Eric, are you actively trying to destroy your shorts?”
“First of all, they’re my shorts. I wear ‘em; not you. Second of all…” Seeing my eyebrows raise to dangerous heights, he stops, and grins. I consider my response, and looking at him, just start to laugh:
“Eric, they’re on backwards!”
The Boy Wonder: “That’s fab-lee-ous.”
“Good grief, boy, you’re eight years old. You’ve gotta start pronouncing your words properly!”
Eric shrugs. “Eh.”
Breezing in from the Great Outdoors, “I need an eye-patch. ‘Cause then I’d be winking all the time.”
A Formal Announcement: “I resign from being cute.”
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will, and the thought’s of youth are long, long thoughts” -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Eric makes a wish at breakfast: “I wanna live on a volcanic island. But instead of lava, there’d be Cocoa Puffs. Cocoa Puff lava, and Cocoa Puff rivers….”
At Dairy Queen: “Ice cream is better than everything.”
“Everything?”
“Well,” he replied with that adorable grin, “Everything except mommies.”