Wife to Husband: "Please don't overcook my steak."
8 year old son: "Women are hard to please, that's just another reason why I'm not getting married."
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Not gonna do it....
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Saturday, December 19, 2009
The answer girl
Driving in the car...
Mom, cheerily: And don't forget we have to practice the songs for the Christmas pageant!
9 year old daughter: [Groan] Mom! Do we HAVE to?
8 year old daughter: Don't worry Sophia. We can just Lip-sing it.
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Sunday, November 29, 2009
Good thing I speak Boy Scout
Doorbell rings. Mom opens door...
Boy Scout: We left you...the can goods...paper.
Mom, thinking furiously: Right! Be right back.
(Returns with bag of cans for food drive)
Boy Scout: Uh...thanks.
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Saturday, November 28, 2009
Infiltration Complete
Cheerful 8 year old girl: Grandma, I've been in EVERY room of your house!
Grandma: Really?
8 year old girl: Yes. And I think I've touched every single one of your things!
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Monday, November 23, 2009
A nice glass of ...
Son: Why do they call it OJ?
Me: Orange starts with O, Juice with J.
Son: why don't they call other juice BJ.
Me: that's hard to answer.
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Monday, August 31, 2009
A Good Name for a Camel
Mother: So, I know you got to ride on a camel today at the carnival. If you had your own camel, what would you name it, do you think?
Five year old daughter: Hmmmm...
Mother: How about Cameron?
No.
Cammy?
No.
Camille?
No.
Camilla?
No.
Well, what would you name it?
Farty Face.
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Sunday, August 16, 2009
An affair to remember...
In the kitchen
Mom, reading ferry ticket out loud: One Adult fare...expires 8/18/09. Darn!
8 year old daughter: Oh Mommy! When's the fair?
Mom: What?
8 year old daughter: The Fair. The Adult Fair.
Mom: No, no, it's a ticket. The fare...it's how much it costs.
8 year old daughter, puzzled: Oh...o.k.
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Monday, August 10, 2009
He gets me!
In the car on the way home from a weekend trip,
Audioslave followed by Foo Fighters on the radio.
Husband to wife: "Hey its a double shot of your boyfriends."
A wonderful example of a husband accepting his wife's rockstar
obsessions.
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Monday, August 3, 2009
They don't have a dental plan, either
Hubby calling wifey from the break room...
Wifey: Are you coming with us to the party or are you going to work?
Hubby: Yeah, don't you remember? I'm playing H-O-O-K-Y.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Five year old daughter, first thing in the morning: Mommy, Daddy, here is something I know. If you dream you have to go potty, you should not use the dream toilet. You should wake up and use the real toilet.
Mother and father: That is very good advice.
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sup?
Five year old daughter: Mommy, when that kid said "'sup?", what did that mean?
Mom: It's a short way of saying "What's up?".
Eight year old son (in a teacherly way): And it's not proper English to say "What's up?" either. You are supposed to say "What's happening?".
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Sunday, July 12, 2009
Mom gets no slack
In the car...
Mom, singing softly to self: "I will go down with this ship..."
7 year old daughter: Mom? Are you singing?
Mom: Nope.
Mom, singing even more quietly: "I won't put my hands up in surrender..."
7 year old daughter: Mo-om! I can see you! Your lips are moving! No singing!
Mom: O.k.! O.k.!
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Houston, we have a problem
Seven year old daughter trying on shoes: Mom, are these your new sandals? They're hot. Can you get me a pair?
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Should we be more specific? Nah.
Seven year old daughter to dad: Dad, were you there when mom pooped me out?
Dad, after a long pause: yeah, I was there.
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Monday, June 15, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Good Shepherds need not apply
In church while congregation kneels in prayer...
Male parishioner, standing defiantly, to wife: It says right here, "the congregation may stand or kneel." I'm standing. They're like sheep! Sheeple!
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Saturday, April 25, 2009
Teacher in the Garden
In the Garden with my kids and some neighborhood kids:
Neighbor Mom to 5 year old girl: "Get me the radish seeds please."
5 year old girl: " Are these the radish seeds?"
Neighbor Mom: " 'er,er,er' what does radish start with?"
Son of Neighbor Mom: "She is part teacher ya know."
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Monday, April 13, 2009
Well, are the 1970s the Victorian era?
Five year old daughter getting ready for soccer practice: Mommy, when you were a kid did you play soccer?
Mother: No, when I was a kid soccer wasn't as popular as it is now.
Five year old: When you were a kid, was it the Victorian era?*
*Her brother has been studying the Victorian era in school.
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Friday, February 13, 2009
will you be mime
Valentine from a first grader:
love Will I horp you are well
will you be mime
you are special Mom
to Mom from will OOOXXXXX I love you
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Sunday, February 8, 2009
Dollar bill y'all
Hubby to wifey, on the cell: We done talking here? I gotta call some important people. Make some money.
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I know I'll pay for this when he's older...
6 year old son: Mom. I have great news. I'm trying not to pick my nose.
Mom: That IS great!
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
For fans of Hannibal Lecter
7 year old brother, 9 year old brother and mom heading out to the store.
9 year old brother taking WAY too long putting on his boots.
7 year old to 9 year old: "Tick Tock Clarice."
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