Boo: Most people just call it straw. [referring to strawberries, and no they don't]
Peanut: I know what my farts smell like! [after the Detective accused her of letting one]
Squirt: Hey, you want to take a bath with us? [To B's best friend who is female and was spending the night]
Boo: There’s a bunch of balls I want to play with. [at a ball pit]
Squirt: We won’t noy him. We won’t tell bad words to him. [when trying to convince me to let him talk to his uncle on Skype]
Boo: Triple lay. [AAA]
While watching the movie Red Balloon:
Squirt: It’s hiwarious.
Boo: It’s a VERY OLD movie.
Boo: Why’s he get to go off by himself?
Boo: It’s was a short little movie.
Squirt: Look, I’m driving! [sitting in the driver's seat of the van while parked in the garage]
Boo: Oh, looks like they’re having a garage sale! [while driving by a cluttered garage]
Boo: THAT TRUCK JUST UNLOADED A GUY! [seeing a man walk out of the back of moving van in our neighbor's driveway]
Squirt: I’m sure Red Robin is around here somewhere. [He has an unnatural fear of the guy in the Red Robin costume]
Peanut: I’m not going to grow up to be a wiener! [After having dressed as a hot dog/the Daphne debacle]
When I was little I liked going to the mall and riding the Alligator =Escalator
when I don’t get so much what mine are saying, I will tend to repeat things back to them until we are all getting what they’re saying. My youngest, especially impatient to get his point across has developed a habit of grabbing us by the cheeks, getting nose-to-nose, and repeating himself ve-w-y, s-w-o-w-y, stho we ah ay-bow to undowsthaaaand him. I LOVE little boogaboos. All of them.
No, kiddo, you’re not going to be a wiener.
adorable, yes, wiener no.
Ur kids are so funny! A few of my own kid funnies are when P was little (er) her favorite food was “crabby goo” Aka Crab rangoon! Between 2-3 E woke up most days and immediately put on her favorite hat and asked where her “neck oh loose” (necklace) was. Such a Diva! But one of my favorites is when my oldest, Sissy was little, for some unexplained reason would always call peas- ball beans & green beans- stick peas. How she got them so mixed up IDK, but it was the sweetest thing! Ahh, how I miss her being NOT 15! :D
When my youngest was five he would ask at the grocery store for ‘taddy-opus’ and I had no clue what that was. When we were at the deli section one day he shouted “There it is! There’s the Taddy-opus!” taddy-opus = tapioca pudding….twenty years later it’s still taddy-opus.
the other day my son tried to tell me that “now we have lost two imposters at church”
imposter = pastors
ROFL!