We were on our way to a birthday party at a Karate place and my son says this:
6: I don’t like Karate.
Me: Have you ever tried it?
Me: Then how do you know you don’t like it?
6: I don’t like anything where you have to extend your legs.
Um, you mean things like soccer, lacrosse, basketball and baseball? Yeah, ok then.
Chocolate is brain food. Anything that tastes good is brain food. Is broccoli brain food? Yuck, NO! How about carrots? Well, they are half brain food . . . because I sort of like them.
My husband, my son and I were watching football and I commented about one of the players coming off the field:
Me: Wow, he’s pissed!
6: What’s “pissed” mean?
The hubs: Oh, he just made a good pass is all.
6: No, mommy just said that guy was “pissed.” What does that mean?
The hubs: Oh, um. Well. HEY, look over at this thing over here!!
Yeah, I am an awesome mom! Oops.
And, in case you had any doubt that I am raising a small man . . .
6: Why does my finger smell like poop?
6: Is it because I licked it?
Me: I don’t know. Just go wash your hands!
6: Actually, it smells sort of like money.
Me: That’s because you were just playing with coins. Why did you lick your finger after playing with dirty money? Go wash your hands!
And now we have . . . word pronunciation with the 3 year old:
San Francisco = San Scan Skisco
(he is adamant that this is how you say it).
Oh, and Dr. Seuss’ full name, according to him is:
Dr. Merzin Suess
Yeah, I don’t know.
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