Occasionally, I am going to post about the fact my kids say funny things. You may, or may not, find these things amusing. However, I thought they were Fokking hilarious. But I am the Mommy. Of course, they are always funnier when they say them to Sweet Babou.
Stitch: “Daddy! Your fingers have hair on them!”
Sweet Babou: “Yep. Daddies are more hairy than Mommies or little girls.”
Sweet Babou: “Yep.”
My precious middle child takes a moment to ponder this information.
Stitch: “Even your boobies are fuzzy?”
Poor Sweet Babou. Called out for Fuzzy Boobies.
The girls are also still young enough to be egocentric, which is a normal part of childhood development. Sometimes you get a profound sense of your standing in their worldview.
Lilo: *called out from her car-seat* “Daddy! I need a tissue!”
Sweet Babou: *driving* “I don’t have a tissue honey.”
Lilo: *thinks a minute* “Daddy! I need your shirt!”
And what do you do when they outsmart you?
For example, Lilo knows her banana peels go in the trash. But she often leaves them lying around, small gifts to her staff of servants/parents who clean up after her and make her food. Sweet Babou found yet another banana peel on the dining room table, and had the following conversation with our eldest girl-child.
Sweet Babou: *in his stern Daddy voice and frowny face* “What is this banana peel doing on the table.”
Lilo: “The table is pretending to be a trashcan.”
Me: “Dude, you just got served by a four year old.”
So that’s life here at the Fokker Farm. Hope everybody has a good one, and much funniness comes your way!