Conversations at my house this week:
The almost-two-year old, pointing out the window at the first snow of the year, with her most earnest tattle-tale expression, ever:
"Milk! Milk!"
The newly potty-trained:
"Kimber, Kimber! I pooped in the toilet!"
"Yes you did! What a big girl!"
"I made a big poop!"
"Yes, that is a big one!"
"Yeah, I looks like my dad."
(You know I emailed that one along to her parents.)
My fifth child, after everyone else has been talking about the snow for three hours and bemoaning the fact that buses are still running on schedule, and he gets on his backpack and goes to the door:
"Mom! It snowed!!!!!!"
The same son, after I ask him what he's doing to the block of cheese:
"Trying to cut it."
"Why don't you use this stuff? It's already sliced."
"Who cut it?"
"Probably nobody–they probably pour it all onto a big sheet and then a machine slices it into squares and they stack it up, I don't know.
"Unless it comes out of the cow that way."
Uh. Yeah. Unless that.
December 16th, 2009 at 8:18 pm
hahahaha…i think i know where to go to get a laugh,well either heere or enndersee blog…………………
December 16th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
Yeah, I had to quit arguing with him after he posted a link that contradicted his own position…takes all kinds to make the world go round, doesn't it?
December 17th, 2009 at 1:15 am
Oh I love your son!
December 17th, 2009 at 7:36 am
I have a clueless one like your #5. I actually love it. Me and Shawn take bets as to when she'll "clue in" to whatever it is she's missing. It's a fun game.
December 17th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
I would like to have children much like yours someday. With minds that cultivate some of the strangest ideas and that inevitably get them into trouble. I guess I want to have kids that are exactly like me.
December 21st, 2009 at 7:32 pm
I want one of those cows.
December 22nd, 2009 at 10:56 am
Ha! Or the brown one that gives chocolate milk…