Friday, April 15, 2011

Mad Mouth

Daddy, to Mad:  "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I want to be a purple."


"That's Babies R Us.  That's where stinky diapers come."


Mad, to Mama:  "I want a chippie."

"You do?  Where are they?"  (Asked as I scan the post-birthday party bomb blast that is our living room and kitchen.)

"They're right over here, honey.  They're right over here, hon."


And what does Fynn add to a conversation these days?  A lot of panting like a dog and blowing raspberries. 


katy said...

giggling... and chuckling! :o)

Anything Fits A Naked Man said...

For the record, I want to be a yellow. So cheerful, you know?

Bossy Betty said...

Love these. Thank you for the smiles, honey. Thank you for the happy times, hon.

Anti-Supermom said...

E pants all the time too, plus she leaves her tongue hanging out... she's such a lady :)

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