So much of my funny material comes from my five year old, I'm just going to dedicate some posts to his comedy.
Tonight I insisted that he help clean up before dinner. He poked and dawdled around, going as slowly as possible. I got out my mother's great motivator (a wooden spoon) and laid it on the counter. He looked up and said in shocked voice, "Oh crap....you were serious???"
Yesterday in the car we were driving home and Jared asked what he could have for a snack when we got there. Mind you, he'd just had snack thirty minutes before at school. I began naming things foods, and after a bit he interrupted me and said, "Hold on a minute...could you list the fruit options again?"
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