(Going into the medical building..)
Lis: Yuk. What is in my nose?
Me: Sigh..it's mucous.
Lis: It's not!
Me (chuckling): That's what I said.
Lis: No, you said it's mucous, but, it's not!
Me: That's what I said. (Laughing) It's a joke.
Lis: I don't get it. You're being weird again.
(Coming out of the medical building...)
Lis: Hey! I get the joke. You said it's mucous and I said it's not and that sounds like snot!!!
Me: Yep.
Lis: Well, I get the joke now, so you owe me ice cream! Can I have ice cream?
Me: I don't owe you ice cream, but, you may have ice cream. Zip your coat.
Lis: Okay! Your jokes are not that funny though. Just so you know.
Me: Uhhhhhhhh.
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This is your future, Erin. :)
I love your convos with Lissa! She is at such a great age.
She is a handful, let me assure you. I'm sick so, let's just say I appreciate her observations better at other times.
Sick and bad jokes = ice cream. Of course.
I LOVE IT.... Lis has your personality and smart-ass way of being.... Go Lis Go......
Isn't it odd how many ways someone can use 'okay'? If you say, OOOOOOOH-kay, you have briefly thought over the command and decided to comply. If you say, oh-KAY, it means you will do it, but, it's making you unhappy.
This is how my brain works with the flu. Good snow last night, but websites tell me school is open. Here we go!!!!
oh that's funny!!
and i hope you are feeling better ASAP DD!
very clever! get better soon! there is nothing better than a kid to keep you on your toes!
lol, kids thought processes always fascinate me. I have a 4 year old & I am often informed I should buy sweets or a toy due to some transgression he thinks I have made. Other times he baffles me with the random crap that comes out of his mouth & last night he spent 10 minutes in hysterics cause he found out that nanny's real name wasn't actually nanny but Pauline. Kids, little fucking weirdos all of them.
Glad she is able to get back to school & that you might get some rest, just hope the monster...um I mean mother doesn't fuck up your plans.
LMAO! Someone once said that when you have a baby, you are going to spend the next five years with a maniac.
I only hope he's as smart and clever as Lissa! I look forward to it all!
What? Only 5 years? I must have done something wrong.
Five years with a raving lunatic. They don't understand that people can not walk through tables and walls. They do not understand how plumbing works. They think insects and shoe laces are food. They babble and run at break neck speeds all day long. They also shit their pants and are proud of it.
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