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Kids say the darndest things. And those things are really, really funny when it's not your kid saying them.
You really should go read my new (short) post over at Raising Hell. It would make a good story to tell at boring cocktail parties.
Posted by on April 29, 2003 09:13 PM | Permalink
Good thing I wasn't drinking anything just then...
April 29, 2003 11:02 PM
wiping ginger ale off the monitor
Michele, you should have a spit alert when you post things like that!
On a one to five spit spray scale, that was a 5!!
April 29, 2003 11:37 PM
Oh my! I will certainly add that to my repertoire!
As a pending applicant for the Dept of Agriculture, I may have to add that she smelt like farm-raised catfirsh-sticks!
April 30, 2003 09:28 AM
2 similar stories from tall Ayn
Faye Emerick, 34, Ellerslie, MD
While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now," she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!" The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me were screams of laughter.
Diane E. Amov
Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands.It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he needed to go, and he said "No." I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me." Then I said, "Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo! I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled. "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!" While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing! He calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better by thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!
April 30, 2003 10:46 AM