Showing posts with label kids say. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids say. Show all posts

Saturday, February 28, 2009

The Insult King.

My lovely son is already an insult master. I don't even know how it happened, but it did. Anytime he's mad at me, or I tell him something he doesn't want to hear, he looks me right in the eyes and says, "You old mommy."

Ouch, now that cuts me deep Justin. I wonder who told him I was freaking out so much about turning 30 in August? Oh right, that was probably me and my big mouth. Me turning the big 3-oh no is turning out to be a weekly conversation topic over dinner. Guess he listens to more than I think he does! Better watch what other insecurities I let slip out around him, I don't want to give him more ammunition to use against me.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Wise Beyond Her Years

I wasn't actually present for this conversation, but I sure wish I was.

My dad is staying at our house for the next few weeks while his semi is in the shop. Turns out that an elk can do some serious damage to a semi.

Anyway he was watching cartoons with Dylan this morning, George of the Jungle to be exact. He asked Dylan if she knew what the monkeys name was, and she replied:
"George W. Bush."

Oh, how I love this wise child of mine :)

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Little ears

You'd think after being a parent for almost 3 years now I'd know that little ears are always listening. Yeah, I still haven't learned a thing. My mom and I were driving yesterday with the little ones in the back seat of course, when the following conversation took place:

Mom: "That's a big dog!"
Me: "And he's taking an even bigger dump!"
Dylan: "Where's the dump? I want to see dump!"

My mom and I both just started cracking up! Oh well she's repeated much worse than that!

Monday, May 21, 2007

The mouth of a 2 year old

This is what my 2 year old daughter told my mom this weekend while she was babysitting her:

Grandma: Dylan you need to listen to grandma.
Dylan: No, I listen mommy, I listen daddy, I no listen you!
G: Yes Dylan you need to listen to me (while trying not burst out in a fit of laughter I imagine).
D: No, I listen mommy, I listen daddy, I no listen you!

If this is any indication of the teenage attitude that's in store for me in the future, I think I'm in a lot of trouble.