Ewww a bug!

The baby was sick all day today. Marie told me "it's because he ate a bug!" THAT explains the constant projectile vomiting!

Apparently, I'm a circus oddity

Sometimes it's interesting to find out how people really see you. For example; my sister told me that lately, her 3year-old has been pulling her hair forward across her chin (like a beard) and exclaiming, "now you look like Aunt Sah!"


...say WHAT?!

At the museum

I went to the museum with 2.5year-old Marie yesterday. After we had looked at exhibits for a few hours, she wanted to go home. As we passed the museums' gift shop, she wanted to go inside "just to look around." She went all over the shop exclaiming over everything, "this is sooo cute!" or "look how precious!" and other such statements. (She's so funny, when she's trying to act grown-up!) Some kids toward the front of the shop were picking out candy. She overheard their conversation, and said to me, "Some kids in this store are getting candy..." I said, "Really? Well, YOU'RE not one of them!" She turned around and (with her BIG brown eyes) asked, "COULD I be?!!!"
How do you turn that child down?

PRICELE$$

My 3year-old nephew Petey is going to be a politician someday. It's a fact! 
His mama was making dinner, and he wanted to go outside. When she told him that they couldn't go outside because she was busy making dinner, he replied, "I got MONEY!" His mama (laughing internally) asked, "you're going to PAY me to go outside?!" To which, he replied, "YEah!"

How to make a bed

My sisters, who are identical twins, were given an assignment in school to write an essay telling "How to make a bed." The first twin's essay was very well written, "First you put on the bottom sheet, then the top sheet,...etc." The second twin's essay was also well written, "First you get your parents' permission, then you get some wood and nails and a hammer..." They both described how to "make" a bed, they just interpreted the word differently.

Erin go bed

I was trying to bake cookies for a St. Patty's Day party, but I couldn't because my 4year-old sister was refusing to take a nap. So, I told her that if she took her nap, then she could have a cookie. She yelled, "I don't want none of your flogging cookies!"

Circular logic

My 4year-old nephew had spent most of a Saturday watching NASCAR races with his dad. After awhile, he left his dad, and wandered into the room where his mama and I were talking. He crawled up into my lap and said, "Aunt Sah, I have a question 'bout Nascar." I said I'd TRY to help him with the answer. He said, "Why do they call it a race?! They don't go nowhere! They're just rounding and rounding."
um,... I have no idea.

Music is open to interpretation

My 2year-old friend Marie loves to sing! (Especially songs by the Beatles.) Last Friday, we were playing playdoh and singing all like 97 verses of "The Wheels on the Bus." I asked her what she wanted to sing next, to which she replied, "old Madonna." I was thinking she meant Borderline or Holiday, she was thinking E-I-E-I-O!

Sith happens!

My 3year-old nephew has a tee shirt that says CUDDLY on it. His mama went to give him a hug and said, "You really are cuddly!" to which he replied, "No, I not! I Darth Vader!"

Pretty? Princess.

My 6year-old niece was playing dress-up with her friends. I overheard her telling them which princesses they got to be in the game. She said to them, "You're Snow White, you're Sleeping Beauty, you're Cinderella, and I'M the Virgin Queen." One of the girls asked her, "what does virgin mean?" She shrugged her shoulders, and replied, "I don't know, beautiful or something!"

Southern Tots Meteoro-theo-logy

A few years ago, I was putting my 3year-old sister's shoes on her feet. Tiny hailstones began pelting outside the sliding glass door next to her head. She asked, "What's that noise? Popcorn?" I replied, "No. That's hail. Do you know what HAIL is?" Her face got very serious as she answered, "Yeah. That's where the Debil(Devil) lives!"

Uh Oh, GOTTA GO!

This one was told to me by one of the ladies I babysit for...
I went to the conservatory the other day with my 2yr old, Marie, who is potty training. She had a (number 2) accident in her Pull-Up, so we went to the bathroom to clean it up. We got there at the same time as a rather plump lady, who was about to use the handicapped stall. The lady said we could use it because the changing table is in it. While I was cleaning up Marie, we heard the lady start urinating. Marie whispers, "Mommy, she's peeing!" I replied,"Shh! I know, honey." Then, the lady tooted, and Marie says "She TOOTed!" I quietly reiterated, "Shh! I KNOW, honey!" Then, we heard the sounds of number 2, and Marie shouted, "Yay! She's POOPing!!!" I was trying so hard not to laugh, while simultaneously trying to clean up a wiggly 2year-old. But, when Marie turned to me and said, "Wow! SOMETHING stinks in here!" I lost it!