Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Out of the Mouths of My Babes

My kids have been cracking me up recently so I thought that I'd share.  Just a warning, if you do not share DNA with me, this post will probably bore the pants right off of you.

Consider yourself warned. 

When I brush the boy's teeth I usually sing Agnus Dei.  (It's a long story.)  The other night I was brushing Spud's teeth and was sort of ignoring Sprout.  I really know better.  When I looked up, he was sitting on top of the toilet tank waving a drum stick like a mini-maestro.  It really is a miracle we haven't been to the emergency yet.

One night last week at dinner we were goofing around asking what everyone's name was.  Sprout announced that his brother's name was sandwich.   He has taken to using this semi-regularly to the utter dismay of Sandwich who does not like this new moniker at all.  I'm no help either because I think it is pretty funny and call him by  that name as well.  I'm all about giving him lots to talk about in therapy.  

Spud can now put on his own socks.  This is a huge achievement for my low muscle-tone boy.  However, sometimes it doesn't go as well as he would like and he cries out "my sock is just not obeying!"

Last week Sprout was doing some cleaning up in the playroom.  He was spinning around with a stuffed horse and accidently let it go.  It hit me full in the face and GREATLY startled me.  So much so that I lost all common sense and told him to "just put the freaking horse away."  So he did.  Then he got quite delighted and yelled out, "look mommy, we have two freaking horses."  I don't worry about my kids learning inappropriate language at school, they'll be the ones teaching it.

The boys got a haircut yesterday.  They were showing them off to their daddy and Spud proudly told him that "my haircut looks much better than mommy's.  Her hair is a little bit messy sometimes."  While this is terribly true, it's not so flattering hearing it from a four year old who routinely wears his shirts backwards.

7 comments:

a Tonggu Momma said...

Love it! And, a year later, I still feel insulted that the Tongginator called me a shlumpadinka. So don't expect that feeling to go away.

Christi said...

Yep, your own kids are typically the most insulting creatures you will ever meet.

"I love your jiggly tummy" is not a complement.

Char said...

Ah ha ha!! Love it!! Too funny. Keep writing it down, you really do forget it. ANd give both Spud and Sandwhich a hug for me!

P.S. I thought the song was Agnus Dei, not like an Angus burger???

;) I have been known to be wrong...

Heather of the EO said...

Not boring.

Knittinchick said...

isn't slightly messy hair the style? oh... no... hmmm...

I love the freaking horses story!!!!

Dawn said...

That's why we all should have a bunch of kids...they keep you guessing! You just never know what'll tumble out of their little mouths!

Janet said...

LOL! That was hardly boring! I love it! Sandwich is a great name. Better than poopy head, which sometimes emerges from mouths at our home. Sigh.

As for being a jewelry thief, I'm sure you're not one, but I just had to tease you. It's fun. Just ask Sandwich. :-)