3-year-old: The sun broke in half, and now it’s a moon.
Me:
3-year-old:
Me: Are you a poet?
3-year-old: No, I’m a boy.
Me: I’m bringing the veggies over.
3-year-old: Those aren’t beggies. They’re bitchables.”
Me:
3-year-old:
Me: Just don’t say that in public, ‘kay?
9-year-old: No one in this family has a disability.
All the other kids: I do!
Me:
Husband:
Kids:
6-year-old: I do. I can’t climb up the shed door.
Husband [coming in from getting a haircut]: How do I look?
3-year-old: Daddy, you look like weird.
Husband: What’s your favorite thing about being in this family?
6-year-old: Nothing.
Husband: The cool parents?
6-year-old: Definitely not. There is nothing fun about this family, especially the parents.
9-year-old: More beans, please. I want to get really gassy tonight.
