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Artsy Fartsy

| Related | July 3, 2012

(My little sister, just 2 years old, has just started day care and has come home with her first piece of art; a bunch of colorful squiggles.)

Step-mom: “That’s so pretty! What is it?”

Sister: “My butt!”

Dad: “Your…what?”

Sister: “My butt!”

Step-mom: “Why did you draw your butt?”

Sister: “It was easier then my face!”

He’s Being Hard-Headed About This

| Related | July 3, 2012

(My two-and-a-half year old has climbed up on the couch where I am sitting. He loses his balance and falls, hitting my head.)

Me: “Ouch, you have your daddy’s hard head!”

(He looks at me surprised, then runs off. I wonder about it until a minute later he runs back to me.)

Son: “No, daddy still has his hard head!”

The Littlest Lawyer

| Related | July 3, 2012

(I am a legal studies student, so there are many flash cards with legal terms tucked throughout the house.)

Son: *hands me a card* “What’s this say?”

Me: “Joint liability.”

Son: “What’s that?”

Me: “When two people mess something up, they both have to fix it.”

(He walks away. A few minutes later he and his younger brother were playing with blocks. I put the baby down for a nap.)

Me: “Son, put away the blocks, please.”

Son: “All by myself? But [brother] helped make the mess! He has joint liability with me!”

Getting Into A Pickle

| Related | July 3, 2012

(I’m about 3 years old. My mother is making dinner while my father is napping on the couch. My mom has me wake up my father when dinner is ready.)

Me: “Daddy, wake up. Dinner’s ready!”

Dad: *grumbling* “What’s for dinner?”

Me: “Knockwords and sourcrap!”

Dad: “What?”

Me: “Knockwords and sourcrap!”

(My dad is wide awake now, and both parents are laughing hysterically. For the record, my mother made knockwurst and sauerkraut.)

The Superpower Of Love

| Romantic | July 2, 2012

(My husband and I are watching the movie ‘Chronicle’, where teenagers get superpowers and one goes a bit evil.)

Me: “Baby, if I got superpowers do you think I would turn evil?”

Husband: “Oh yeah, definitely.”

Me: “What? Really?”

Husband: “Yeah, I give you a week. Two weeks if I am with you all the time.”

Me: “You only give me a week before going evil?”

Husband: “Well, yeah. I mean you would start out okay, but then someone would cut you off in traffic and that would be it.”

Me: “And then evil?”

Husband: “Yeah. But I will still love you even when you’re evil!”