Camden's had a little *ahem* rash on his bee dee bee dee. We were eating at Sardella's and he was half way across the aisle from me, whipped it out, and asked me if it looked better. I have no idea if any other patrons were in Sardella's as I never once lifted my head again.
On our way home from the fireworks that we never saw, Camden asked me if gasoline was gas. He replied, "oh good. I can go to sleep now".
Kellan was in his car seat and after I strapped him in, he said "don't worry, Mom. I'll get tall later".
We were watching a cartoon and they were talking about prom. I asked Kellan who he would take to prom and he said "the girl with the eyes." Glad he doesn't have too high of standards.
Speaking of cartoons, any time a cartoon character gets bonked in the head or hurt, they laugh hysterically. Do you think I should be concerned? "Oh Dr. Schaffer!"
We say our prayers in the car every morning on the way to school. Camden knows them but asks me to say them with him. The whole time we do this Kellan yells "EENIE MEENIE MINIE MO!" at the top of his lungs. As to not be left out, 'cause God forbid he learned any prayers.
Kellan pooped. And I mean there's not even an adjective to describe this poop. When he got up off the potty I looked at it and said "Jesus!" He said, that's not Jesus, mom, that's poop!
Camden said something about being a good boy and eating all his dinner. I said, I like where your head is at. He pointed to his head and asked "here?"
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