My son, Casey, will be 21 on Saturday.  In honor of his birthday, this week, I’m posting some of his quotes I’ve recorded over the years.

12/20/1991

Casey is about 3, at home with his babysitter, Delores.  I am at work at KTAL.  Casey calls me at work.

Casey:  “Mom?”

Me: “What?”

Casey: “Get me some juice.”

Me:  “I can’t, Baby.  I’m not there.  Ask Delores.”

Casey:  ”Delores is dead.”

I was frantically late to our weekly internet meeting.  I grabbed a spot at the conference table, slammed open my laptop, silenced my cell phone.

Then, I saw it.

It took up the whole screen.  Long blond hair, a bicycle and some rockin’ silver platform sandals.

What is Taylor Swift doing as my screensaver?  I wanted to shout it, especially since it was in big, plain view of several co-workers sitting behind me, who at this point, might have had serious concerns about my personal life.

Awkward.

WON’T.  CLICK.  OFF.

Fast forward to last night’s talk with my son about who owns the rights to a screensaver on a shared laptop.  When I asked him to remove Taylor, he had some suggestions for a replacement he thought would be more suited to my taste.

When Casey (my son) was 3:

Me: “Which yard do you want me to mow first, ours or Mrs. Rogers’?”

Casey: “Mrs. Rogers’!  Maybe she will mow her own yard once, when she’s not old.”

Me: “Maybe.”

Casey: “And she will get a new face.  Did you get a new face?”

Me: “No, this is the same one I’ve always had.”

Casey: “Me, too.”