One wrong word can make ALL the difference

I love listening to my little boys talk.  Hearing their conversations with one another is adorable.  The stories they tell crack me up.  And my favorite is when they mix up words.  Like when The Dada told Nolie to go upstairs and ask mama where LaLa’s camping mat is, and instead he comes up and asks me to get him LaLa’s map. “Yeah mom, you know, the map, so we can look for treasure.” 

But sometimes little language mishaps can happen with older kids and it is JUST as funny.

Last week my 13 year old son had career day in school.  They had a variety of people from different professions in, and the kids could sign up for whatever career they were interested in learning more about.  One was a cosmetologist.  My son and his friend didn’t know what a cosmetologist was, but they knew cosmos had to do with space, so they figured it was someone who did stuff with the stars and space.

They signed right up.

The two of them walk into the room, and my son turns to his friend and says,  “Why’s it all girls in here?”

Naturally when I called told my lovely husband about it, he could not let this one go.  So when he got home from work he pulls our son aside, puts his arm around him and says, “Son, I just want you to know that no matter what it is you choose to do in life, I support you.  I’m always behind you 100%.  I heard you had career day today and so I brought you home this lipstick because I’m behind you bud.” 

Here’s another:

Awhile back my oldest two kids decided they wanted to make some money.  I’m not sure where they got this idea, but they decided that they should open a massage store.  Five minute neck rub for a dollar, extra for a snack and water, that sort of thing.  They got me when they said for an extra fifty cents one of them would babysit.  They made up an appointment book and price charts.

And then they made signs. 

They decided to make signs on the computer and hang them up throughout our house so that way anyone that came over would see them.  They were working on their sign for like a half hour, and then Little Miss came out and said, “Mom, it won’t print.”

I was in the middle of making dinner, and told her I’d go and look at what was wrong as soon as I was done.  The two of them went off to play.  In the meantime, The Dada comes home from work.  He went into the office to do some stuff, and when he went to print something realized that the printer wasn’t plugged into the computer.  He plugs it in, and out spurts like 20 of the following signs:

“Hey hon,” he comes out and says to me.  “What’s up with this?  Trying to make some extra cash?”  Yes, that’s MY cell phone number on a sign offering to give people a genital message.  Or, you know, if they’d like, a little harder one. 

I went laughing to the kids to tell them that they had to redo their sign because they got the word ‘gentle’ wrong.