I just posted this on my blog and thought I would share here too, because everyone needs a good laugh
Yesterday Allan and I purchased a new lawnmower at our local Sears store. When we got it home, I was reading through the manual outloud and noted to Allan that we would need to change the oil after every 25 hours. At this time our oldest daughter, Allie, got a very strange look on her face and said, “Wow! Do you really think it is necessary to change the oil everyday?”. After we stopped rolling on the floor with laughter, we kindly explained that it meant after 25 mowing hours. I’m not much for “blonde jokes”, but this could be a classic. YEP, we’re homeschooled :O)
How cute. I loved it. And I thought I’d add my sons from this weekend.
We went to 5pm mass Saturday night and then out to dinner. As we’re driving home my son Sorley 3.5 yrs says to me, “Mom, why are you wasting all our time?”. I had to look at him as serious as I could to say “I’m trying to get us home but hunny we live 40 min away”. He looks at me in the mirror, shruggs his shoulders, tilts his head to the side, and says “Yeh, it’s such a waste of our time!” All I could do was laugh, I guess he had better things to do with his time at 715pm? Misty
Okay, I’ll chime in. My parents who live up north were visiting us here in Florida, and one day while swimming in the pool my mother said, “Oh, I’m so white compared to all you tan Floridians.” To which our five year old promptly replied, “That’s okay Grandma…white goes with everything.” lol
Here’s another one. We were sitting in church and my 2 year old daughter was clutching the penny her sister had given her for the offering. The offering plate was passed and she cheerfully put her penny in; this was a big improvement from the loud crying the first time she tried. About 2 minutes passed uneventfully when she looked at me and said, “Mama, I want my penny back.”
I quietly explained that she had given her money to Jesus, to further His kingdom. She was quiet for another couple of minutes and then turned to me and said, “Mama, that man was NOT Jesus!” Needless to say our whole section of the church was laughing, especially the man who had taken up the offering.
Alright, I have to share one as well. Esspecially since my littlest one (3dd) has started to really have a unique way with words! The other day we were resting together at nap time and she stuck her head under the dark covers. She doesn’t really like the dark all that much. She was trying to convey something like, “ahhh! I can’t see!” but instead she said, “ahhh! Where are mine eyes?!” Telling her daddy about it later she said, ” I didn’t sees mine eyes!”
I guess everyone sees things from a different point of view, esspecially her!
Last Friday was my son’s (6yo) very first time to play t-ball, and it was just a practice. After practice was over, we were walking through the parking lot when he started panting and heaving. I asked him if he was hot and tired, and he responded in a very man-like tone, “Yeah, that was a good game, wasn’t it Momma?” When I reminded him that it was just a practice, he continued, “Yeah, that was a good practice wasn’t it Momma? I got all hot and stinky and sweaty.”
Then he lifted up his shirt under his arm and said, “Smell my arm pips; they’re stin-ky!” (Yes, he said arm PIPS) So I played along and told him how bad and sweaty he smelled. He proceeded to lift up his leg and say, “Smell my leg pips too!”
His leg pips are the equavalent of his arm pips…the part of his leg at the joint, right behind the knee. We’ve been telling this story since last Friday, and still laugh about it!
Okay my turn! A few of years ago, my dd received a Scripture qoting “J*sus” doll from from a church we were visiting. My then 5yods used to listen to the Scriptures repeated daily and came out with this, “Love the L*rd your G*d with all your heart, all your soul all your mind and all your stinky!”
We were on vacation and trying to not have to be in the car to long. Well one day it went longer then we had hoped and the kids (3 of them, 1 in a car seat in the back of a little chevy nova) were getting restless and bickering. I was tired and wanted peace. So the next time my 3 year old piped up with ‘Moooom” to tattle on her sister, I asked her, ‘Alaina, what would Jesus do?’ without missing a beat she firmly told me ‘Jesus would help me, and he would help me now.’ My husband and I burst out laughing.