
Mom: I'm going to go downtown and spend my Terra Verde gift card. Want to come?
Five-year-old (almost six!) daughter: What's Terra Verde?
Mom: A store with clothes and soap and stuff like that -- nothing for kids, I'm afraid.
Daughter: Is it near anything fun?
Mom: No, not really.
Daughter: Why would I want to go?
Mom: Well, no reason really, but I thought I'd invite you.
Daughter: Okay, I'll go.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
Not gonna do it....

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."
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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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