The last few days and even week or so, we seem to have had a lot of funny little conversations at our house. Here are just a few that had us, or me, rolling.
Big Girl: My cheeseburger is horrible. It has black stuff on it. There is no way I can eat it.
Me: It has marks from the grill. If it didn't it would be raw and then the meat would make you sick.
Big Girl: The grill is making me sick.
Talking about babies and a friend that had her baby via c-section.
"When I have my babies I want to POP them out like Mommy did. I don't want them to get cut out because that will leave a mark."
Me: Lets go ahead and put away anything you don't want brother to get into, like the markers and the papers on the floor.
Big Girl: I have a book.
Husband with toy car in hand: I have a car.
Me: erupting laughter
Big Girl: What is so funny?
Me: I asked you to clean up and you knew I was talking to you, but answered the wrong question.
Big Girl: Huh
Me: more laughter
Husband: Please clean up the toys. Now.
Baby Play Time
As I was playing on the floor with Mr. Trouble, I realized that some of the things I was saying to him were actually pretty funny.
- We don't bite.
- Ew. I don't want that in my nose.
- Please don't put that in my ear.
- I love you, but I don't need all your slob.
- Honey, do I have teeth marks on me?