Bill Cosby was right -- kids do say the darndest things. Honestly I had no idea having children would provide so much free entertainment. Which is good, since babysitters are expensive. Anyway, enjoy.
Kiddo, pointing at congested sister: "Boogers!"
Me: "Thanks, but can you think of a nicer way to say that?"
Kiddo: "... Please?"
Kiddo, spying a spider: "It's a daddy long legs!"
Me: "No, it's not a daddy long legs. It's too small."
Kiddo: "Brother long legs?"
Kiddo, upon waking up: "I'm sorry I ate the last cookie in my dream."
Me: "You did?"
Kiddo: "Yes. You were trying to get it but I got it first and I ate it. It was good."
Me: "What kind of cookie was it?"
Kiddo: "I don't know."
... and I'll give the last word to kiddette, 21st-century feminist:
Me: "What did you do at school today?"
Kiddette: "I made a rocket ship!"
Me: "You did?"
Kiddette: "Yes! ... And I'm pretty!"
Kiddo, pointing at congested sister: "Boogers!"
Me: "Thanks, but can you think of a nicer way to say that?"
Kiddo: "... Please?"
Kiddo, spying a spider: "It's a daddy long legs!"
Me: "No, it's not a daddy long legs. It's too small."
Kiddo: "Brother long legs?"
Kiddo, upon waking up: "I'm sorry I ate the last cookie in my dream."
Me: "You did?"
Kiddo: "Yes. You were trying to get it but I got it first and I ate it. It was good."
Me: "What kind of cookie was it?"
Kiddo: "I don't know."
... and I'll give the last word to kiddette, 21st-century feminist:
Me: "What did you do at school today?"
Kiddette: "I made a rocket ship!"
Me: "You did?"
Kiddette: "Yes! ... And I'm pretty!"
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