These little boys of mine are an endless source of entertainment for me. I’m constantly laughing at the things that come out of their mouths. I think I’m going to look into becoming a kindergarten teacher because if I’m this entertained by what my own kids say, imagine how entertaining it must be to hear other kid's versions of what’s going on in their home.
Here’s some recent conversations in our home:
CamCam: Mom, I want my blankieeee.
Me: Well, go get it.
Cam: No, I don’t want to go get it. You go get it.
Me: CamCam, if you want your blankie, you can go and get it. I’m not going to get it for you.
Cam: Cause you’re a poopie?
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CamCam shut his thumb in a door.
10 minutes later- Cam: Mom, if I suck my thumb will that make it better?
Me: No, you better not, it might make it hurt. Suck this thumb instead.
Cam: No, I can’t, that’s the wrong way thumb.
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I thought my boys acted up because of their age. Now I’m beginning to wonder if it’s entertainment for them. I’m in the entry putting the three boys shoes on and getting them ready to go to the pediatrician:
Nolie: Hey mom, let’s play a game.
Me: What game?
Nolie: Let’s play a game that we pretend there are 3 people sitting in the back and there’s one person sitting in the front driving and the 3 in the back try to drive her crazy.
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Someone’s developed a lovely three-year old defiant attitude:
Nolie: Mom, CamCam just hit me and pushed me.
Me: Cam go up to your room for…
Cam: NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Me: Cam, please pick up your toys.
Cam: Why should I?
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It might be time for a little anatomy lesson:
Me: Where’s the dice?
Nolie: Right there, under your bumps.
Me: My what?
Nolie: Your bumps.
Me: (laughing) Those aren’t called bumps.
Nolie: Well what are they then.
Me: They’re breasts.
Nolie: Oh. Well, they look like bumps to me.
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A couple weeks ago when my mom was babysitting them for the weekend, she passed along this story to me. Nolie and her were throwing a ball back and forth and he was throwing it really hard.
Gickey: Hey, you don’t want to throw that hard at your grandmother.
Nolie: You’re my grandmother?
Gickey: Yes.
Nolie: Oh? You don’t look like a grandmother.
Gickey: Well who did you think I was then?
Nolie: I thought you were just a really nice lady.
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Look out my back door and Nolie and CamCam are standing around our gas tank.
Me: What are you boys doing?
Cam: There’s a squirrel trapped under there. We’re trying to get him out.
Nolie: Yeah, and then we’re going to hit him with this bat!!!
