Sitting at the dinner table sometimes I forget that my child is there. How could I forget you’re wondering, well… I guess I don’t. My mouth does.
Mike: *some derogatory comment.*
Me: Suck it.
Carter: Suck what mommy?
Me: Oh nothing Carter.
Mike: Tell Mommy to Suck it.
Carter: Suck It mommy.
Me: You tell Daddy to Suck it.
Me: Hey Carter? Suck it.
Mike: Carter tell Mommy to blow a goat.
Carter: Mommy, Daddy said blow a goat.
Me: Carter, you blow a goat.
Carter: No, I blow goat when I get bigger
:::
Mike: Carter, go get naked. It’s time for a bath.
Carter: NO!
Mike: I said get undressed.
Carter: Daddy, Suck It!
Carter: Mommy, I told Daddy to Suck It!
Oh, you want us to babysit? Sure. No problem.
{ 8 comments }
That was awesome.
Mildly disconcerting, but still awesome.
Everything about those conversations? AWESOME. I can’t wait until my kid is properly using put down terms!
BWAAAHHHHAAA!
I would SOOOOO babysit.
Excellent! Just make sure he doesn’t use that phrase back to you. Everything in its place y’know.
You guys would fit RIGHT IN over here.
Perfectly.
*snort*
oh, my kids have this nice little habit of repeating ALL of the slightly off-color words that pop out of my mouth. and it’s always in the most inappropriate of situations. awesome.
Gigi will give you a run for your money – today she told me to kiss her bass (thank gawd she thinks the word is bass – not going to clear that one up)
Comments on this entry are closed.
{ 1 trackback }