Posts Tagged ‘funny kids’

They Say the Darndest Things

Monday, January 16th, 2012 by by
I keep meaning to write posts about the funny things Haeden says. Two is hard. I mean, really hard. But it’s also really freaking funny. That little silver lining coupled with his cuddles, kisses, and overall adorableness are what keep me from selling him on the black market these days. Anyway, since I never seem to get around to individual posts, I figured I’d group them all in one. So let’s just get straight to the funny/cutesy stuff:

1. The other night I’m taking a shower, and Lord knows that I’m not allowed to do so without his supervision. He’s standing near the back of the tub and sticking his head in, and he asks me, “You washing your bugs off you?”

2. One of our bedtime songs is “Hush Little Baby.” I generally let Haeden finish each verse for me. The other night we get to the end and I say, “And if that horse and cart fall down, you’ll still be the…” and then he says, “sweetest little Mommy in toooown!” I thought that was super cute. I asked him if he thought I was sweet and he told me, “Yeah, and you’re in town, too!” (more…)


Ryan and the Tampon

Sunday, May 30th, 2010 by by

Ryan (just coming out of the bathroom): “Mommy, what’s this?” (He holds an unopened tampon.)
Me: “Um, that’s mine.”
Ryan: “OK, well, what is it?”
Me: “Don’t worry about it, it’s mine.”
Ryan: “It’s candy, and you don’t want to share!”
Me: “Nooooo! Trust me, it’s not candy.”
Ryan: “Yes it is. You’re not being fair, and you’re telling stories. I’m going to wash your mouth out.”
Me: “I promise you, Ryan, it’s NOT candy.”
Ryan: “Is it a new toy?”
Me: “No.”
Ryan: “Well, Mommy, what is it?”
Me: “It’s mine. Just leave it alone.”
Ryan: “No, tell me what it is now!”
Me: “Ryan, did you get into the cabinets?”
Ryan (looks down): “Um… no?”
Me: “Ryan, are you telling me stories?”
Ryan: “Never mind, Mommy, you can have it.” (And he runs to his room.)

My daughter, the shoe

Friday, April 9th, 2010 by by

My daughter and I were sharing caramel popcorn this afternoon when she suddenly blurted out, “If I could be anything, I would be a shoe.”

“A shoe?” I questioned, thinking that I had heard incorrectly.

“Yeah, a shoe,” she said, picking (more…)