[Talking at dinner, our 3yo interrupts]
Lucas: “Mouskerdee MOUSKERDOOOOOO!!!”
Lizzie: “Lucas, we’re talki—”
Lucas: “Wus DAT!?!”
Me: “It’s turkey, man. C’mon, we’re talkin—”
Lucas: “I do NOT wike it!”
Lizzie: “Yes, it’s a different kind, but it’s still turk—”
Lucas: “I pooping in my underwear.”
Lizzie: “Come here, let me check.”
[She pulls open his waistband and, as if she pulled a string on his back, he rips a thunder fart]
Lucas: “See. Das poop.”
[She changes the unlucky underwear and returns]
Lizzie: “What were we talking about?”
[I shake my head in wonder, as well as to say that I have absolutely no idea what we were talking about]
Ahhhhhh, little kids at the dinner table. Or anywhere.
Deep breaths. They’re not only your constant companion as a parent of a toddler, they’re something to do to occupy your time when your kid slices what you were saying to ribbons. Brightly colored ribbons that swirl around like a French-Canadian circus act. Leaving you mystified, unsure what’s coming next, and occasionally questioning the price of admission.
Happy Thanksgiving, you wonderful HowToBeADadoids!
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