My husband says ridiculous things. I can no longer keep these things to my self. It's just not fair to the world. It's the same as burying a treasure on a deserted island and not leaving a map to its whereabouts.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Alphabetic
Jacob: Let's come up with new letters of the alphabet. There's not enough letters. So, I'll make a sound, and you can use your artistic talents to draw a new letter.
Me: Um, ok?
Jacob: Hmm...let's see...(thinks hard for a second)...ffffffffffffffffffffffffff
Me: Jacob, I think that's the sound for the letter "F."
Jacob: Damn, this is hard.
Me: Um, ok?
Jacob: Hmm...let's see...(thinks hard for a second)...ffffffffffffffffffffffffff
Me: Jacob, I think that's the sound for the letter "F."
Jacob: Damn, this is hard.
Adventure
Jacob: I would liken riding your bike drunk to taming a wild stallion. You might be able to get on it, but there's no telling whether or not you'll get bucked off.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Sweet, Sweet Alcohol
One time, instead of sending Jacob straight to bed after a little over-indulgence, I got out the laptop and recorded his every word.
“You’re rude and you’re mentally against progress.”
“Maybe I dibabadibend”
“I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow…woooooowowowowoowowwooo"
“Neebee little lamb…wipe you with a thing. Free have the food you bring.”
“Linus, I don’t care for this. No, I see you being snotty. NO.
“Give me one one-hundreth of a second..”
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