Monday, July 16, 2012

overheard & say WHAT?

these are so random, but I don’t want to forget . . .

 

william:  it is stinky here.  it smells like a thunder egg.

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william:  it stinks.  it smells like a dead bug.

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anna:  (at 11pm at night)  beeaaaaaaaaaaaaaach, mommy!  beeeeeeach!! 

me:  anna, it’s too late to go down to the beach.

anna:  beeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachhhh, mommy!!  Beeeeach!  Pease!

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boys: wanna tickle my armpits?  I am gonna tickle your armpits!

and

let me see your armpits!

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hudson (to anna):  hi little anna.  you are so cute, little anna.  I love you, Anna.  I love your chubby cheeks.  And, you smell like bananas.

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hudson:  mommy, why are your foot nails pink?  will they come off?

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william:  jesus put a tiny baby in my tummy, mommy!

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anna:  anna big.  anna school.  (vacation bible school nursery, with Sugie.)  anna c’y (cry).  momm-mee, momm-mee.  moooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee.  anna c’y.  no school anna. 

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boys:  mommy, where is your pen*s??

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singing:  God’s been working on the railroad, all the live long day!

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singing:  Fee-Fi-Fiddle-E-I-O, strumming on the old man Joe!

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hudson:  thank you, jesus, for our family. and food.  and strawberries, and blueberries, and bananas.  and ‘quash (which he refuses to eat, by the way).  OH!  AND POTATOES!  Thank you for potatoes, Jesus.

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and, say WHAT?!  . . . (things we cannot believe are coming out of our mouths!)

 

put your foot back inside of the window, please.

please get your hand out of my cup.

please do not drink out of my cup.

fingers out of your nose.

fingers out of your mouth.

toes out of your mouth.

please do not dip your food into your milk.

please do not climb in the refrigerator.

no talking about bottoms, please.

do not lift up mommy’s dress.  mommy needs to have her clothes on all of the time.

DO NOT peel paint off the walls.

keep your hands to yourself.

no talking about bottoms.  no talking about poop.  no talking about tinkle.

please get out from under the table.

please stop hiding at bedtime.

we only tinkle on trees when it’s an emergency.

OUT OF THE FRIDGE.  NOW.

 

and, with that, a good night!

 

 

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