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.”
Stitch: “Really?”
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!
I’m laughing so hard at this right now.
I’m always in favor of excerpts from life with kids. Especially Fokker kids.
Many thanks! Considering the current weather forecast in your neck of the woods, I know you need humor to survive :0)
Oh God…I haven’t even looked. Now I’m scared to.
Oh the banana peel…lo, but I laughed aloud.
Two years ago I had a boy in my class who burst out during math singing “I like butter on my toesssss do dah do dah” to the tune of camptown races. That was just about the best day I’ve ever had.
I’m surprised at how much laughter goes along with parenting. Lots of less fun stuff too … but still many giggles.
Good call to write them down, really precious . You think you’ll remember it all – but you just don’t. Galloping grannyhead and stupid ad jingles fog it out!
Galloping Grannyhead would be an excellent name for a porn site with older stars. Thank you. :0)
getting called out for fuzzy boobies and getting pwned by a four year old tough road
but at least a funny road.
Sweet Babou and I think so :0)
when precious angel (now 28) was a wee thing, I was the mom who was “into” whatever they were doing in pre-school. The teacher sent home newsletters with what they were going to be talking about, and I was up on all of that. So, one bright fall day, the subject is migration. . . and precious angel gets in the car, and we start talking about his day. And he says to me, “Mommy, why do the bird fly south for the winter?” And I, knowing, they’ve discussed migratory habits, says, “Why don’t you tell ME why the birds fly south for the winter?” And he doesn’t miss a beat, and says, “Because it’s too far to walk!” Ba dump dum. Walked right into it.
LOL! Awesome!
Our oldest was very verbal, very early. When he was two, we were in McDonald’s and were having a discussion wherein I used the phrase “supply side economics” regarding why did some brands cost more than others, and he was following along pretty well, asking good questions. Of course, I geared it for his age, using examples of toys and tennis shoes, and such, but just so you’ll understand, the kid was bright.
One day, my husband came home from work and the kid and I were sort of going toe-to-toe in a discussion, and it was getting a little heated. The hubster pulls me aside and said, “Toni. You are the grown up here. You need to outsmart him.
And I said, “I’m trying to.”
I’m not sure I ever got the upper hand back from that one.
The younger one was just as bright, but less verbal. So he outsmarted me without letting me know he had just outsmarted me.
I’m not sure, but that may have been worse.
Toni, I know the feeling. By the time he’d hit second grade my Eldest could beat me at chess. I stopped playing that game with him. Quickly.
This is a great topic! And yes, write these stories down, they are wondeful! Poor Fuzzy Boobies. We had an incident similar to this one, with an early-talker. She was sitting on one side of a doorway baby gate (it blocked off the bathroom, to keep Youngest from tossing things down the toilet), and her father had just finished his shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, but stepping over the baracade it sort of “flapped” a bit, just as she looked up. Glancing, then going back to her project she says, in the most conversational tone, “nice pee pee there Dad.”
Julie
LOL!!
Sweet Babou would DIE if his precious little angels saw his junk. He is opposed to them ever seeing boy-junk, ever.
Me: “Dude, you just got served by a four year old.”
LOL! It doesn’t get better, btw. They just get scary smarter.
I recently had Jeckle (3yo boy) with me in a public restroom and I’m taking care of some business and he takes a gander and in a shocked tone says, “Mama! You have HAIR on your JUNK!”
That’s my boy. Now he has to face the door if he’s waiting for me.
Awesome! Stitch once looked while I was going pee-pee and cried out, “Mama! You got hair on it!” 2cute