Convos with the Kiddos: Part Seven

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My son, 4, got a stuffed bird.

Me:  What’s your bird’s name?

4:  Mr. Pecker.

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My husband to 4:  Wow, you’ve been a really good boy today.  I haven’t had to yell at you at all!  Why is that?

4:  Because if you yell, you’d get a headache.

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4:  There are rules to climb a slippery mountain.  1.  Be brave (in case you slip down or hit your head), 2. Be smart (to think of good ideas), 3. Be strong (to dig holes).

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4:  Who are bad guys that can be in this world?

Me:  Who?

4:  Frankenstein!!  Oh wait, he’s not bad, just scary.  Um . . . Bowser.  Vampires.  The mean car in Lightning McQueen 2 . . . he’s yellow and about this high (holds hand down at his knees) and fights Doc Hudson.  I think his name is Canyon Shooter.

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Watching The Voice . . . Blake Shelton was doing a performance with his team:

4:  Oh!  He has helpers.

Me:  Yes, exactly.  Singing helpers.

4:  Like Captain Hook’s helpers . . . Sharky, Bones and Smee!

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Watching the Thanksgiving Day parade, and seeing the Kermit the Frog float:

4:  Ugh, not the Puppets!  They are so annoying!!

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4:  Frosty might be a girl or boy.  Might be a girl because of the flower in her hat.  And girls like flowers.

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Talking about the Au Pair and 4:

7:  She kept telling him consecutively:  get dressed, get dressed, get dressed.

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Talking about his brother:

7:  He was crying and I couldn’t tell what he said because I don’t speak cry language.

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At Pizza Hut:

7:  Those children over there are not sitting appropriately.  That one even has his tongue out!

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7:  I smell (sniff sniff) wine.  I know what that smells like.

Me:  Why, because mommy drinks it all the time? (That’s why he was smelling it at that moment, actually).

7:  Nope.  Because I like that smell.

Uh-oh.

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BONUS!!  Convo with the Hubs:

Hubs talking about my age . . .

H:  You’re like a 40-year-old woman on a 2 year runway.

Me:  . . . . . . .

H:  That’s right, I said it.

I guess I should say that he’s my former husband.  I will be sure to keep everyone posted on the viewing and funeral schedule.

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26 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. thoughtsappear
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 09:12:42

    “He was crying and I couldn’t tell what he said because I don’t speak cry language.”—Well he’d better learn. I’m pretty sure that’s not only an essential boyfriend skill, but a parent skill as well.

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  2. ifUseekAmy
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 09:55:07

    OMG, those are the best conversation snippets. Hopefully 4 doesn’t run around the playground asking if anyone wants to play with his Mr. Pecker. Oh my. And wine DOES smell good…really good…like I need to find wine perfume good.

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  3. Go Jules Go
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 10:12:22

    You tell 7 to call me in 4 years and we’ll paint the town red.

    What? 11 is the legal drinking age in Jules-ville.

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    • mistyslaws
      Dec 13, 2012 @ 11:46:15

      I almost let him taste my wine last night. I DIDN’T PEOPLE, CALM DOWN. But I was thinking about it. Hell, my dad used to give me beer when I was half his age. Not that I’m basing my parenting on my own parents’ dreadful parenting skills, but I turned out JUST FINE. Now, where did I set me drink again . . . 😉

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  4. Seraphinalina
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 14:26:16

    So this is a friend of a friend, but her 3 year old didn’t want to get dressed. This is what he yelled back at her:
    “Me no want pants. Me no want big boy underwear. Me only want BUNS!”
    My husband keeps repeating versions of that back to me now.
    “Me no want wings. Me no want pizza. Me only want sandwiches!”

    I don’t speak cry language either.

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  5. Carrie - Cannibalistic Nerd
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 14:47:51

    Now I’m crying because 4 doesn’t like The Puppets but nobody understands me because they don’t speak cry language.

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  6. Tori Nelson
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 17:37:46

    Hahaha! I don’t speak cry language either and I, too, like to smell wine.. with my mouth.

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  7. pegoleg
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 18:13:36

    “I don’t speak cry language.” Bwa ha ha!

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  8. Vesta Vayne
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 23:04:56

    I love your convos with the kiddos!

    Kudos to 7 for using consecutively in a sentence, and for not speaking cry language.

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  9. The Real Dave
    Dec 05, 2012 @ 23:25:44

    Have to arrange a play date between your two and our 3-yr old, they’d probably rub off well on him. Of course, then there’s the wit factor that he’d likely learn to use on us…

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  10. She's a Maineiac
    Dec 06, 2012 @ 09:48:30

    I wish my own husband could speak cry language. It would help when I’m trying to talk to him after drinking all that wine.

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  11. Jennifer June Clark
    Dec 06, 2012 @ 15:21:07

    I worry that I’m modeling bad behavior with regards to wine, but dammit! This is a “quality-of-life” issue! I just hope my liver holds up ’til the Wee Lassies go off to college…….

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    • mistyslaws
      Dec 13, 2012 @ 11:53:59

      I find the wine enables me to be a better parent. If not for wine, my children probably wouldn’t survive childhood. So quality of life AND ability to live all in one! Now top me off, my friend! 😉

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  12. Valerie
    Dec 06, 2012 @ 22:16:25

    I love how your kids know how to keep their manners about them… And smite those who do not. :o)

    Hugs!

    Valerie

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