Some recent coversations: DS1: Daddy, I found the back o' the bemote! DH: Oh, good! Where was it? DS1: Under the 'puter keyboard. DH: I wonder what it was doing there? DS1: It wasn't doing anything. It was just sitting there... DS1: Mama, I hurted myself at Gramma's. But she gave me a bandaid and I getting better. Me: What happened? DS1: I was going a potty, and I'se on a floor and I bump-ed my leg on a thing. Me: Oh, you took a bad tumble, huh? DS1: No, I no took a tumble. I taked a fall. Me: I saw Miss Judy at church today. DS1: Miss Judy?! F'om Wee Praise?! Me: Yes, Miss Judy from Wee Praise. DS1: I miss Miss Judy. I not always good at Wee Praise, but Miss Judy always nice. Me: Miss Judy had a soft spot for you. Just like I have a soft spot, even when you're naughty. DS1 (poking me): Where is your soft spot?


Blogger MP said...

So cute! I loved these.

7/05/2005 10:31 PM  

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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

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