Thursday, December 6, 2012

Overheard

Me: Little Guy, do you need to go wee-wee?
Little Guy: No, I don't need to go wee-wee.  I just went wee-wee right here, in this bed.


Buddy Boy: {standing on the bed, pulling down his pants} Beeeeeeeeeeee?


Me: Look over there at those fields.  You see those little balls of white?  That's how you know they're growing cotton.
Little Guy: Oh, yes!  And look at that field.  It's all red and brown, so I know that means them's growing hotdogs.


Baby Girl: Hey.
Everyone else: Oh!  Well, hey, Baby Girl!


Little Guy: When you're in Heaven will you be waiting for me?
Me: Yes, baby, I'll be waiting for you.
Little Guy: Can you wait up in front of all the people, right by the fence, so I can find you?


Me: I got this strange email confirming private swim lessons for Buddy Boy on every Saturday in December, but I didn't register him for any swim lessons.  Did you?
The Mister:  No, I didn't register him for swim lessons...I guess you couldn't make that first one, but you'd be home for the rest of them.
Me:  {???} But we didn't register for these.  And it says our balance is $386.
The Mister: Well, we've talked before about getting him swim lessons.  But $386 does seem a little high and you couldn't make that first one anyway.
Me: {???????}


Taxi Driver: Are you traveling without luggage?
Mama: {after carrying an electronic snow globe in her purse all the way from Alabama to DC, the button of which periodically got smushed, making her purse into a musical, snow-throwin' bag o' cheer} Just me and my snow globe.
Taxi Driver: {confused look}


Baby Girl: {spit bubbles}  {lots and lots of spit bubbles}


Mama: {coming down the Chick-Fil-A two-story tube slide, after a fruitless search for my niece's lacy socks} {BIG YELP}
Little Girl Who Had Just Slammed Into Her From Behind: Are you excited?!
Mama: No, I'm not excited.  I just want to get down this thing. {BIG YELP, as another child piles onto the slide train}  Y'all stop coming down this slide!


Little Guy: {handing me a piece of paper with letters scratched out by an older cousin} Mommy, what does this say?
Me: TO...OTHE...I'm not sure.  TO OTHERS?
Little Guy: {the next day} TOOT HEAD!  It said TOOT HEAD!  They told me!


DC Chipotle Burrito Artist: Lettuce and tomatoes?
Mama: Oh, yes, please.
DC Chipotle Burrito Artist: {piles up the lettuce}
Mama: Oh, that's GAH-OR-GEOUS.
Man In Line: Where are you from, like, Alabama or something?


Little Guy: {pulling paper towels from the dispenser in the bathroom at Mount Vernon} We each need two.  One to dry our hands off with, and one for in case we cry.
Buddy Boy: {nodding adamantly and sticking two fingers out} Two!


5 comments:

The Steffens said...

OMG OMG I am just cackling with laughter. Best post ever. OMG I love these kids.

BettieBoyd said...

It was all wonderful, even the Chick Fil A slide!

Julie said...

I laughed and laughed picturing your Mama in Chipotle referring to the gorgeous burrito!

Natalie said...

LOVE!!! :)

Wanting What I Have said...

OH this is all so funny!!! I read a few aloud to The Engineer and we laughed out loud - especially about the swim lessons. Oh goodness. That is too funny.