Austin decided to walk around the house with his pants pulled down and his penis peeking out above the waist band. One of my husband's students happened to be over so I told him to stop doing that.
Me:"Austin, that is inappropriate. Your penis is a private part of your body and you need to keep it inside of your pants."
Austin:"But mom, I love it!"
Sometimes I can't believe the things my kids say. Their ideas are genuine, simple and hilarious so why not share them and hope they bring others as much laughter as they do me.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Shouldn't everyone say "hi" this way?
Jack informed me today in the car that dogs communicate by sniffing each other's butts. This is how they say "hi" to each other.
I asked him if we should do this when we meet new people.
He said, "Maybe."
I asked him if we should do this when we meet new people.
He said, "Maybe."
Monday, July 5, 2010
"The Future"
The other day my about-to-be-4 year old, Austin, was expressing to me his sadness over giving up his pacifier. Jack overheard the conversation and told us that it is ok to be sad about these kinds of things. He continued by telling us he used to be sad about death. The conversation went something like this:
Jack:"I used to be scared of dying but I am not any more."
Me: "Really? Why aren't you scared any more?"
Jack:"Because God is in the future, you know, when we die and he doesn't let in any bad people...like people that hurt or kill other things."
Silence
Jack:"But what about the turkeys?"
Me:" What do you mean, the turkeys?"
Jack: "You know, the day we kill turkeys, and then eat them...God won't be mad at us about that will he?"
Me:" You mean Thanksgiving?"
Jack: "Yes, that's right."
Me: "I think God will forgive us for Thanksgiving."
Jack:"I used to be scared of dying but I am not any more."
Me: "Really? Why aren't you scared any more?"
Jack:"Because God is in the future, you know, when we die and he doesn't let in any bad people...like people that hurt or kill other things."
Silence
Jack:"But what about the turkeys?"
Me:" What do you mean, the turkeys?"
Jack: "You know, the day we kill turkeys, and then eat them...God won't be mad at us about that will he?"
Me:" You mean Thanksgiving?"
Jack: "Yes, that's right."
Me: "I think God will forgive us for Thanksgiving."
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Perhaps I should change radio stations
Jack: Mommy, "Honey got a booty like pow, pow, pow." (he is currently 6 years old and quoting Usher)
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