Sunday, May 2, 2010
Out of the mouth of a 5-year-old
I get frustrated Wednesdays when O doesn't eat his dinner. But then I remember every other Wed. is our 'coffee shop date'. Certain boy gets a warm cinnamon bun as big as his head and a chocolate milk.
Eating a Girl Guide cookie, he says, "It says the kangaroos are in trouble please save them" on these cookies!"
(um no, no, it does not)
O--You can ground me till I'm grey.
O--I finished all my breakfast, can I have dessert now?
O--A healthy something?
O--I'm as dirty as a ditch
O in the bath, playing with foam letters yells at me:
Come here! I just spelled sandwiches!
-I look and he's spelled jEwS.
Not quite, Sweetie!
O--I actually just found a big booger in my belly button. It's really disgusting. Look!
Reading O Frog and Toad books and I keep saying Frog and Todd. "Mommy! It's Toad not Todd!" again and again. Fits of giggles.
O--This chicken tastes like pig poop.