J. calls the end piece of a loaf of bread "the butt.'
When I try to correct him and tell him its the "heel" - he refuses to comply.
He is convinced that the end of the loaf is the "butt." We don't even say "butt, " we say Po-po, caboose, rump, touschie, etc. I guess I'll have to urge him to at least call it the 'hiney' if he won't back down on what body part its named after...
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A. loves to have Tea Parties with her dolls, especially the tiny Disney Princesses with their changeable outfits and shoes. The problem is, their shoes are smaller than most crumbs so they all get lost... And there is no such thing as a Tea Party guest without their 'glath thliperth' (glass slippers.) We may have to improvise once all the shoes get lost, right now we are still accepting Tea Party guests with mismatched shoes.
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The other day, J. was asking about marriage and who he will marry. I told him I didn't know who it will be but I know she's gonna be great. He asked if he could marry me. I was completely smitten. He is such a gentleman. I then explained that by the time HE was old enough to marry, he'd probably want to find someone much younger and prettier than me. He said, "Oh, like grandmommy?" Nice...
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I have come to realize that A. is ready for junior high, she is incapable of going to the bathroom alone. Not because she can't, but because she wants company. Stinker....
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We were at the car wash yesterday and J. started to flip out. He said, "Wait! You forgot the Montana!! The montana, mommy..." I said, " Baby, Daddy's Montero is at work with him."
He said, "NO! That thing you have to take off before you go through the car wash!!"
"OH!" I replied, "The Antenna?"
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3 comments:
I loved your park story...I thought I was the only mother that hated to take her kids to the park. Needless to say, if they wanted to go to the park they had to wait until "daddy came home"...A "park mamma" I was not!
Those are all great! I especially like the story about your mom being younger and prettier than you. He scored some good points with that one. =)
as for the park, well, lets just say that I only go with Daddy along and we are assigned a child. We run along behind to keep them within sight, and it's good exercise. that's why God gave kids 2 parents! ;)
as for marrying you - well that sure beats going to the The Old Bag Factory cuz you're old & need a bag! ha ha ha
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