Convo’s Spoken

Me:  When we get home, go in the house.

Kids:  WHY????

Me:  I need to make dinner, and dad needs to make a phone call, and ummm you guys need to clean the bathroom.

Bren:  Noooo!  We want to sit and be quiet!!!

 

 

Window tint people:  Thanks for Calling ***** Tint, can I help you?

Me:  Yeah, I need a price for a tint job on a 2006 Honda Accord?

Tint:  What kind of tint?

Me:  Umm, one that says I’m a thirty something mom of three boys, and I’m still cool.

Tint:  uhhhhh….

Me:  Yeah, nevermind.

 

Me:  Kids, what do you want with the ham?  Cheese wiggles, vegetables, rice, beans, or potatoes?

Bren:  I want cheese wiggles and vegetables.  I don’t want junk food, I want to eat healthy, no candy or chocolate or chips.

Me:  So no Halloween or trick or treating since you get candy then?

Bren:  Ummm, no I’ll go, and save the candy for when I don’t want to be healthy!

 

You Have A BWUT?

I’m making dinner, running around getting ready for work.  Trying to clean and straighten things so that Mike things I DID something (hmm, wonder if I have him fooled).  I’m in my room, socks and undies on, looking for a bra (wearing all white can be a PITA at times).  Timmy comes in, and with him only being 2.5 years old, I don’t feel the need to cover up in front of him, the other two, I do.  So he says,

Where’s your boobIES?

Me:  right here (I pinch his flabby baby boob)

Timmy:  where’s your weenie?

Me:  *Sigh*

Timmy:   where’s your weenie?

Me:  I don’t have a weenie?

Timmy:  You have a BWUT?

Me:  Yes timmy, I have a butt

Timmy:  You have a weenie BWUT.

GEESH

 

What’s for Dinner?

So asked my curious middle child.

“Chili.”

“MMM.  I LOVE FISH!”

 

Who’s your daddy?

I had to work on Father’s Day, but Mike took the boys out for some fun.  They went bowling and out on the boat.  When they boys asked why they were doing all that, Mike said, “Because it’s Happy Father’s Day!”

Zach looked at him and asked, “Who’s my Father?”

 

 

That’s NOT fair!

The Man was talking about his birthday coming up and how he’ll be six…

mom:  ya know that my birthday is before your birthday?

Man:  yeah, how many will you be?

mom:  31

Man:  (giggles) 31, 32, 33, 34, 35…………………(counts it out) 99, 100.  Soon you’ll be 100!!!

mom:  when I’m 100, you’ll be 75

Man:  That’s NOT fair!