Looking for a George

Michael was looking for a specific episode of Curious George. Here's what he gave me to work with:

The one with a gray castle, a picture of something and Uncle someone.

We didn't find it.

I Hear Something

Michael: I hear something. Me: What? Michael: It's either something in my nose or mommy. It's my nose.

Yeah, you are.

Me: What do you need me to do for you?
Michael: Nothing.
Me: <joking>I'm good at doing nothing for you. 
Michael: <smiles>Yeah, you are.

He wasn't joking.

Volcano

Michael:  Daddy, I pooped a volcano.

Whatever...

Michael never seems to be hungry.  If you spend time with him you can only wonder how he's gotten so big and healthy considering he eats about 8 calories a day.  Seven of those calories are from peanut butter.

He's been a little sick for about a week, just a persistent sniffle, nothing to really slow him down. When he gets like this he really doesn't want to eat at all but when he does eat it is usually crackers or a peanut butter sandwich.  We started breakfast late and it took him close to 2 hours to finish it.  We ran a few errands but it was clear to me he was tired so we go home for a nap and he passes out for over 2 hours. He's cuddly when he wakes up so we are snuggling on the couch together and we have this brief conversation about dinner:

Me: Are you hungry?
Michael: <Sleepy> No
Me: Are you ready for dinner?
Michael: <waking up> I'm not hungry but I do want dinner. I don't know how that's true, but, whatever.

Right in the kisser...

Sometimes I have to celebrate my wife's southern charm.

Michael has a mosquito bite on his face close to his eye.  His eye is pretty swollen but there is no bruising.

Mary: Wow, that mosquito got you right in the kisser.
Michael:  My what?
Mary: When you get hit in the eye they call it your kisser.
Me: <puckers lips and makes a kiss sound>
Mary: <looks at me> What?
Me: <repeats kiss sound>  The mouth is the kisser.
Mary: <enlightened> OH! That makes so much more sense!

Remember, this is supposed to be about a 5 year old.

Where's Mommy? I want to ask her a question.

This is a typical conversation at meal time.

Me: You can't eat anything else until you finish that.
Michael: <grouchy> Hmmm! Where's Mommy? I want to ask her a question.
Me: She's in the shower. And if you ask her for something else to eat she's going to say, "Not until you finish that."
Michael: <anger & disbeliefe> HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS GOING TO ASK?!
Me: <smiles>
Michael: <just anger> YOU CAN'T KNOW THAT ANYMORE!

Sometimes is so satisfying to outsmart someone.   Even if that someone is only 5 years old.