Markers, the answer is Markers…
Weird questions I ask my kids number 3938: Whoa, why are you blue?
Category: Random Parental Thoughts and Happenings
Why aren’t they called Foot Fingers anyway?
5 year old to me: Mommy can you help me put my boots on? My foot fingers are cold.
You’re Welcome
Parenting Pro Tip: When your kids are whining about something, “sing” whatever they are saying back to them. Today’s “song.” “I want to watch it,” sung to the tune of “I want my M.T.V.” It either saves your sanity or helps you lose it in a way that is way more fun–not sure which.
Can we just all agree to call it a trumpet from now on?
5 year old to me: “Mom, what are those white things next to the elephant’s trumpet called?”
File this under things I never thought I’d say
To my almost 3 year old: “Stop licking the wall!”
A Mom’s Pocket Contents–Otherwise known as Strange Sort of Photo Journalism for Parents
An almost empty lotion tube-necessary for the 5 million times I have to wash my hands every day. A piece to a game I was playing that morning with my 5 year old. This game: (It’s fun and hilarious, by the way.) The wrapper from the sticky part of the envelope I used to pay… Read More A Mom’s Pocket Contents–Otherwise known as Strange Sort of Photo Journalism for Parents
Can we get that in writing?
Us to kids: Listen, there are four of you. We expect to at least double our investment, so we expect at least 8 grandkids. We don’t care how you divide it up, but 8 it is. They completely and totally agreed! Sounds legal and binding to me! 😉 Dinner time conversations can get weird around… Read More Can we get that in writing?
Seems Legit
I was hurrying my 4 year old through her morning routine. 4 year old: “Mommy, you’re a butthead.” Me: What? 4 year old: “Um, I didn’t say you are a butthead, I said Mommy, I love you.”
Confessions
Me to 4 year old as I throw clothes toward where she is sitting on the couch: Should we put on some clean clothes for the first time in 2 days? 4 year old: Where are we going?
Plans
Son (looking around my bedroom): I’m going to paint this gold and white. Me: Oh yeah? Son: Yeah, when you die, I’m going to make this my room and I’m going to paint it gold and white.