My kids are hilarious and sweet and clever. They make me laugh every day, and they teach me a lot more than I ever could have thought possible. Here are some conversations I’ve had with my son, (Little Man, age 3) and daughter (Girly Girl, age 4), or that they’ve had with themselves. Enjoy and have a better day!
NOTE: For all of you who know my kids: I’ve chosen not to use their names. This blog is not just for family and friends, so my husband and I feel it’s necessary to keep their names from floating around on the open and free internet. We will refer to our daughter as Girly Girl (GG) and our son Little Man (LM). Remember this in your comments!
Girly Girl: Mom, I accidentally scabbered myself on the way out of the bathroom.
Me: What does that mean?
GG: You know, when it gets on your brain…and it looks like you scratched yourself with three of your fingers…
Me: Little Man, I don’t want you playing around in the kitchen when I’m not in there.
Me: Because it could be dangerous.
LM: WHAT?! You mean there are ALLIGATORS??!!!
I’m upstairs reading one of my textbooks. Girly Girl comes upstairs and randomly says: Mom, I think you’re right.
Me: About what?
GG: About water being good for me and that it cools me off when it’s hot. You tell me that all the days.
Me: Well, I’m glad you believe me.
GG: Water is so cool. It’s clear. That’s like a blind white color, but sometimes you can see rainbows in it.
Girly Girl: When a creditor comes to get the ladybug, they lay real still and then they think the ladybug is a rock and they hop away and leave them alone.
Me: A creditor?
GG: Yep. Like a Kangaroo or a Lion.
Girly Girl: Breathing is healthy.
Little Man (very seriously): I like pizza, but we can’t eat too much pizza.
Me: Really? Do you know why we can’t eat too much pizza?
LM (nodding, again, very serious): Yeah.
LM: Because if we eat too much pizza, we will grow into a pizza. But if I turned into a pizza, I don’t think Daddy would eat me.
Girly Girl: Oh! Are you doing the dishes FOR ME?!
Me: Well, I’m doing the dishes for everyone.
GG: Well, then. Thank you! You may continue.
Me: Little Man! You know you aren’t supposed to be in Mommy’s closet. What are you doing in there?
LM: Well…somebody just putted me in there. It was a mean guy! Yeah. A mean guy putted in me in there!
Little Man: This ice cream is in my tummy, but goldfish go down to my toes.
Girly Girl: Ummm…excuse me…I don’t think that’s right.
LM: Yeah. But Grandma says that I can’t give goldfish to her dog.
GG: Yeah. But dogs still have to eat. If they don’t, they will shrink down into smaller and smaller dogs.
LM: Most dogs say yip-yip-yip, but grandma’s dog says “WOOF WOOF”
GG: WOOF WOOF! Yip-yip-yip WOOF! WOOF!!!!