Today’s the last day of preschool for Mila and we’ve got a long, mostly open summer ahead of us. It’s gonna get real boring real fast if I don’t get some plans figured out. Good thing I’ve got my munchkins to keep me entertained. As much as they drive me absolutely bonkers, little kids sure are great for some laughs.
Margot: “I don’t have any bones.”
Me: “Um, yes you do. This hard thing in your arm? That’s a bone. You have bones in your legs…in your chest…in your head…”
Margot: “Bones in my fingers. Bones in my knees. Bones in my showder. Bones in my birfday cake.”
Me: …
Margot: “Wyan, do not spit on your shirt. Dat is just wude.”
Margot: “Mom! the baby is so silly! He is sucking on my shoe!”
Me: !!!
Margot: “Mila is a monkey and I am a flamango and Wyan is a…”
Mila: “Sloth.”
Me: …
Margot, pretending to read me a letter: “Dear mama, you are gweat at wearing pants in da house and outside but do not hurt Nahgo or chase bees.”
Mila, while playing with filters on Snapchat: “Well this is enormous fun!”
Mila: “Owen told me it’s not P-A-S-A Ninjan Turtles.”
Me: “He’s right. It’s not. It’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”
Mila: “I thought it was P-A-S-A Ninjan Turtles.”
Margot: “I want to be a Minjan turtle! You can be the mama turtle, and Daddy can be the daddy turtle, and Mila can be the sister turtle, and Wyan can be the baby turtle, and I can be the Nahgo turtle!”
Mila: “There’s only four turtles, Margot.”
Margot: “Oh. Can I still be a Minjan Turtle.”
Mila: “Okay.”
Margot, any time she is wearing just a diaper: “I am a naked buddy!”
Margot: “Shake-a-shake-a boooooty. Shake-a-shake-a-shake-a strawberry wash!”
Us: …
(Seriously, where did that come from? Does anyone know? Because she’s been saying it for AGES and I’m baffled.)
Mila: “Up, up, and a gaaaaaay!”
David: “Pretty sure it’s up, up, and away.”
M: “No. Up, up, and a GAY. …What’s a gay?”
D: “Ask your mom.”
M: “But mom doesn’t know very much stuff.”
Me: …
Me, to the tune of “Little Drummer Boy”: “Eeeeeat your chiiicken, pa rum pa pum pum!”
Margot: “Noooo I woooon’t, pa wum pa pum pum!”
And they wonder why I laugh until I can’t breathe sometimes. I cannot wait until Ryan says more than “dadadadada” and can join in the hilarity.
Photos by Photography Hill
That letter Margot made up for you has some seriously good advice. Your girls are too cute. I can’t wait until Taylor is old enough to give me a good chuckle with his imagination.
Baaahahahahahaahahahahahaaaaa! (Wheeze gasp) Hahahahahahaahahaaaa!
Dying.
xox