Kid Speak #7
“Mom, did you just hear dat fart when I was going pee pee?”
I blink rapidly and look at my five year old son before answering.
“No, I did not have that pleasure” I say with sarcasm.
“Well, it just went like, POP!!” he says with a clap of the hands
“Fascinating,” I reply
“Oh, and duh Mickey Mouse Club house is like yellow and red,” he adds before traipsing off.
Random and frequently involving bodily functions; those are the extent of my daytime conversations. And I wonder why I feel so brain dead most of the time.
January 1st, 2008 in
Kids
EDWARD YOUR A HAMSOME GUY ALL IM ASKING IS FOR BELLA TO HAVE THE BABY AND PUT...
LOL. :-) That is precisely the boat I’m in. Except, we deal with frequent and (apparently) uncontrollable interrupting around here in our conversations as well.
Hahaha! That sounds about right. :)
Hee hee…can’t wait.
This too, is why we blog.
interesting…and somehow those two had a connection somewhere. lol.
Sounds exactly like my house. That’s why I love to blog!
So true of my life as well! Adorable dialog - I loved it! See ya. Kellan
Hahaha…. sigh… yea, brain dead mother here too… and thanks for the reading list! Good ideas!
It is good to know that the things we go through, endure and them hold in our hearts are common among mothers of children.
That’s why I look forward to my 2 work days a week. It’s like a little vacation with adult conversations!
Yeah… my Hubby talks to adults all day, comes home and just wants a little break. I talk to kids all day, so when he comes home, I talk and talk and talk… poor Hubby! :)
This sounds like every conversation at my house. I often wonder why I don’t have very many intelligent thoughts and then I think about what the majority of my conversations consist of and it all makes sense. I wouldn’t change it though, at least most days I wouldn’t!
Now I feel like a stalker. Anyways, this comment should link you to my blogpage so that you can see who I am. Sorry!
Hmmm, I don’t think I’d be too concerned. I’d just watch her to make sure she’s acting OK. The next time that happens, I mean, IF something like that ever happens again, just let her suck on a washcloth soaked in cold water. My kids always liked to suck on washclothes. That also works great for fat lips.
I actually read this the other day and then got sidetracked by some kidspeak of my own over here and never got back to comment. Thanks for the giggle on this one - I truly sympathize. I don’t recall when I last had a single uninterrupted thought. (FYI I had to pause 3 times to deal with ‘issues’ while typing this comment… I hope my brain cells aren’t gone forever and are just lying dormant waiting for increased levels of adult conversation…)
Your boys are too funny! Oh I love reading about your life!