Inside The Brain of a Homemaker

Showing posts with label The Things We Say. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Things We Say. Show all posts

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Words of Warrick

Warrick said he didn't want to wear a certain jacket because "I look like a duffis in that coat." I told him that a boy that looks like he does would look good no matter what he was wearing. He said, "Moms only think that about their kids."

I alsways try to get details out of him when he comes home from preschool and usually don't get very much info. One day he said, "Mom, what's the past?" I told him. He said, "Yeah, I don't like to talk about the past." Fair enough.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Boys, Girls, Ducks

Warrick and I "raced" down the stairs and he won.

He said, "Boys run faster than girls." Pause. "Girls run faster than Ducks."

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Tricky

W called me to the bathroom to help him after his business was done. When I got in there he said, "Ooops, I'm not done."
I told him that was okay.
He looked at me with his eyebrows up and a perplexed look on his face. "I don't know. Bums are tricky!"

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Thanks Great Uncle Roy


W once again had said more than he should. We are new in our ward and trying to not make any enemies right off the bat. We volunteered to clean the church.

There was an older man there and after W had been speaking with him he said, clear as day, "Can you take your teeth out?"

The man said, "What?"

W repeated himself. The man just stared down at him, dumbfounded. I just stared at him too, horrified.

I'm not sure how that conversation ended or how it was rectified, if it was at all. I think I blocked the rest out and the next memory I have is of the family in the van speedily driving away.

It really was innocent. His Great Uncle Roy plays a fun game of taking his teeth out and scaring the little kids. W thinks that game is the best and was just looking for some way to spice up the night.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

One poo, one wipe

I usually get the honor of helping the younger boys in the bathroom. The other day, I was busy and G got the job. He wiped for W and W said, "Ow." after G helped. G didn't think much of it. Then as they were washing hands W said, "One poo, one wipe, and then you tried to stick that thing up my butt." We have laughed hard about that one. I guess G uses a little more elbow grease than W is used to.

Super Gross


Warrick was talking to Glenn about a dream he had. Then he stopped and seemed really disturbed and imbarrassed about a part. He said he couldn't tell because it was too gross. It took several minutes and a Dad growing very concerned about what could be so shameful to a young 4 yo. before he confessed. "We were driving in a car and my foot fell off." W's eyes got incredibly huge as he told the last part and waited for the squirms and horror that his dad was sure to deliver.

G mimicked his large eyes and said, "Oh wow, that is gross!"

W said, "Is that the grossest thing you have EVER heard?"

G said, "Pretty close." He was relieved that that was the grossest thing W. had ever heard.