Thursday, November 13, 2014

Laughing

novv13a

"No because she likes to read.  And I don't."  Anna


On food and dreams:

Emily: "I always have the same bad dream when I eat graham crackers."


On wearing ear plugs at concerts:

Allie: "Why would you want to do that?  Then you can't hear the wonderful music."


On teachers:

Allie:  "I hope I get Mrs. F or Mrs H for my next teacher."

Me:  "Why?"

Allie: "I like the old teachers."


On the order of scouts:

Me:  "For boys, they are Cub Scouts before Boy Scouts."

Allie:  "Oh.  I thought that they were Cub Scouts and then Bear Scouts."


On Halloween costumes:

Emily:  "I know five people who are being Dark Vader."

Me:  "Sweetie, it's Darth Vader."

Emily:  "What?  That doesn't make any sense."


On book choices:

Allie:  "I don't feel like those Junie B. Jones books are appropriate."


On the Dionne quints:

Emily:  "That mommy's belly must have hurt A LOT."

6 comments:

Chantel said...

I am with Allie. I read Claudia the Junie B Jones books this summer and found her to be a brat. Ha!

Farah said...

I love these posts. So funny!

Wendy said...

omg hahah!!! Anna slays me.

BreezieGirl said...

LOL! I don't know anything about the Junie B. Jones books, but now I'm curious!

Thank you for sharing these gems. And I agree with Emily - Darth makes no sense. I know it's a translation thing, but still.

Sarah said...

Junie B Jones is naughty. She gets sent to the principal, etc. The books are written from her point of view so they can be funny. What bothers me about them is the intentional use of wrong words b/c it's the thought of a kid.

Anonymous said...

These are two recent conversations with my talkative just turned four year old son, A.

A get s new toy. It is a small robot with blue wings. You push the blue wings down, press a button, and woosh, they pop up. I show this to him. He tries it, and says in a super excited voice - "Mommy, I deployeded them!"

A and I have been working on semi independently getting dressed and undressed. Today I forgot he was wearing a button down shirt, and I asked him to start to change for bed. He spends a few talkative minutes in his room, and then comes over to me, in mine. He is trying to unbutton the shirt....
A - "Mommy, can you help me? I can't get the penny out of the nipple!?!"

I am assuming penny = button, and nipple (?!) = button hole. I almost lost it.