Maybe I’m hormonal…
The tots say the darndest things all day, every day. I’m always delighted by it, but I’m also pretty much used to it. But some days, and I think it must be me, I keep hearing things. Things they have no idea they’re saying, but there I am, hearing them anyway. I blame hormones.
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Tot 1: I am coming!
Tot 2: No! I comed first!
Snort. I’ve known men like him… Bet some of you have, too…
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Timmy arrives, brandishing a book for me to read. I demur. It’s one of that inane Mr. Men series, which I loathe. I am not paid enough to be that bored. However, the title gives me a laugh.
“Mary, see! I gots Mr. Happy!”
Snort. All day, every day, sweetie. You don’t know the half of it yet.
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“Careful with the macaroni, guys. It’s a little hot. Blow on it first.”
Ever helpful, Emily leans over to blow on Nigel’s macaroni.
“No! Emily! Don’t do that!”
She does it again.
“NO, Emily! Don’t blow me! I don’t like that!”
Snort. The day will come when he won’t believe he could ever have said that …
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Okay. I think I’ll go have a soothing cup of tea now. My mouth is sore what with all the snorting I’ve been doing.
Careful with hot tea and silly tots. Tea out the nose is no fun!
Too sadly true. It’s happened before. OUCH!
Bahahahahahaha! Mr. Happy indeed!
Thanks for the mid-week giggles (okay, I belly laughed out loud).
It gets better. They were watching me compose this post, and when I put in the picture? “Hey! It’s Mr.Happy! Look! Mary gots Mr. Happy! Mr. Happy is onna cumpooter! See! Mr. Happy!!!”
I’m glad it’s not just me who hears those little things coming from the children! How funny! What we would do without laughter?
They’re perfectly innocent … but I’m not. Snort. And they make me laugh every day. It’s great!
Oh my. That made my day. :^)
As it did mine. Some days, I just can’t believe I get paid to do this! (Which sort of balances out the days I don’t get paid NEARLY enough…
My husband is accumulating a mental list of things our boys have said about penises. Potty training boys are just at an awkward height standing next to Dad…. Last night one referred to his, in the tub, as “sturdy”. Other descriptions have been “sometimes like a rocket ship and sometimes like a caterpillar”, and “it’s a mushroom”. It can hurt, holding in the laughter!
Isn’t it fun? They are completely innocent, which means they have no hesitation about just putting it right out there. In their little minds, a penis is no different than, oh, an elbow or an eyebrow. Why be coy? And so much fun for the adults, who have the full context… Heh.
Muahahaha! Sometimes my face hurts from trying to keep it straight.
Or your belly hurts from the times your face just can’t manage to keep it straight!
Hoo-whee. You’re SO norty!
I know. It’s one of my finer features. Just ask my husband. Heh.
nah, i’m totally there with you. my kiddos say things that make me look around for someone to snicker with, but sadly, i’m always the only one old enough to get it.
That’s EXACTLY it. “I’m always the only one old enough to get it.” EXACTLY! But I guess I can always tell YOU, right??
I didn’t get around to reading this yesterday, but it was well worth the wait! I am the same way, and my husband is worse - sometimes I think we’re both twelve.
Nothing like making innocent remarks into giggle-worthy innuendo!
My ex’s mum used to keep a list of the stuff he said and did as a small child and she let me read it once. It was hilarious (for me anyway - the ex was mortified).
One Christmas morning, my nephew was delighted to get exactly what he had asked Santa for:
“A cocky dick! I got a cocky dick!”
(Translation: “hockey stick”.)