Norbert: “My feet is happy wif dese toes.”
Papa gets ready to wipe Norb’s runny nose. Norb: “I wipe it…wif my tongue.”
Schola to Norb: “An old man is what YOU will be…and an old lady is what I will be.”
Mama to Norb: “Show me what a priest does.” Norb: “OK.” Jumps down from her lap eagerly. Everyone watches in anticipation of a clever demonstration: elevation or “Let us pray”, etc. Norb jumps around and exclaims “Boing!...
Peter, looking at St. Nicholas’ bones: “There’s a window!”Papa: “That’s a book. Someday someone might make your bones into a book.”Caecilia: “…if you’re good…”
