December 21, 2011 (also)
“She just gets on my nerbs sometimes.”
if i could follow this six-year-old around with a tape recorder, i would.
“She just gets on my nerbs sometimes.”
“Mom? What’s a ‘toker’? Like a ‘midnight toker’?”
(so I told her)
“I don’t like babies staring at me. It creeps me out.”
“I’m thriving.”
(just an announcement as she walked into the room holding the scotch tape.)
Pipes: I wish I could have met Uncle Bobby.
Me: Aw, me too.
Pipes: You already met him. He was your brother.
(smart ass)
“You’re the best mom in the world, even though you are a crack in my butt.”
“It’s like there’s a loose tooth in there. Close your eyes, Mom. You’re not going to want to see this. It’s a big one.”
-said with her finger jammed up her nose.
“It looks like a lighthouse on an island surrounded by water which is actually pee.”
-Staring into the toilet bowl at her towered creation.
“I’m drawing a little girl with hair that’s longer than Crystal Gayle’s”
“It is NOT cool to say mean things* to little girls.”
*’knock it off, ellery’
