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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?".

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.!