Phin (age 3): "Dad come see my poop! It looks like a snake and it's hugging it's Mama!"
Noah (before bed age 4.5): "Mom, when am I going to get my laser eyes?"
Phin (age 3): Noticing a scrape on Ben's elbow, "Dad, God sent you a boo boo"
Noah: (on a walk with Dad) "Dad, Rollie Pollies don't have bellies and their eyes are their ears."
Noah: (driving downtown to the children's museum) "Mom what are those huge tall buildings called that scrape the sky?"
Noah: "My favorite songs make me stop talking" (Free Fallin' by Tom Petty)
Noah: "Mom don't forget to turn on your flashlights" (as we drive in to a parking garage)
Phin: "Mom your baby is like POW (making noises like explosions) it's bigger than this woman and that woman (pointing to each of my boobs)"
Phin: (talking to our neighbor Ms. Annette as she told him not to squirt her with a squirt gun) "I'm going to get you!"
Annette: "You better not..."
Phin: "I'm going to get you (this time shoots her with squirt gun)
Annette: Takes away squirt gun and puts him in time out....Phin distraught and crying "Oh Miss Annette! I'm sorry I promise I'll be kind and funny"
Noah: "Mom I love you mucher than I love you!"
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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Oh, I love your boys! And that Phin! He is just too funny!
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