My seven-year-old and I were looking in the fridge for a chocolate bar that we couldn’t find.
Me: “Hmmm, Nathan, if you were a chocolate bar where would you be?”
My son: “In my hand.”
My seven-year-old and I were looking in the fridge for a chocolate bar that we couldn’t find.
Me: “Hmmm, Nathan, if you were a chocolate bar where would you be?”
My son: “In my hand.”
My 10-year-old came in from weighing herself in the bathroom. With a big grin on her face, she announced that she was 66.6 pounds and then added, “Wow, my weight is the mark of the beast.”
My 13-year-old to me about her younger sister, “Mom, Nat’s room has a doll infestation!”
Can we spray for those?
“This is my fun side,” my son said, pointing to the left half of his face. And then after pointing to his right, he says, “And this is my bad side.”
Um, I’m noticing he’s not saying anything about a “good” side.
Yes. More snow.
And the kids found the Uno deck …
Nathan: “Mom, how many years until my birthday?”
Me: “Um, you have one every year.”
Nathan: “WHAT?!?!”
It’s been freezing lately. My son curled up in a blanket, pulling it up over his shoulders and then says, “Mom, help! I’m only a head!”
My youngest son took a shower last night, right before bed. He woke up looking like Rod Stewart.
“If you think I’m … sleepy …”
My daughters decided to teach my six-year-old to meditate.
From the side room, I heard “Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!”
I don’t think the six-year-old quite got it. Because I also heard, “Gnome! Gnome! Gnome!”
“It smells like burnt pool water in here.”