Ellie:"Mom, I mad at my poops."
"They hurt my buns."
(this was after a bout of constipation because she didn't want to poop on the potty, sorry Elle my belle, you gots to go!)
Hubs: "Ellie you can't keep pooping in your pull-ups, they cost mommy and daddy money to keep getting new ones.'
Ellie: "I got money."
(our new tactic of good ole-fashioned Dutch penny-pinching guilt didn't work, apparently all those coins in her piggy bank can cover at least one package)
Hubs: "Hey kiddos, let's play pirates!"
Ellie: "Ok, I da Mom pirate."
(It should be noted that in whatever game we play, Ellie is always 'da mom.')
Josh: (on fourth day of school) "Mom, when is kindergarten done?"
Mom: *sigh* "Well honey you have a few more seasons to go."
Mom: "Why, aren't you having fun in school?"
Josh: "Oh yeah, it's awesome!"
(either he knows what he's supposed to say, or he just wanted to know how long the fun was going to last)
Mom: "Josh, did you make any new friends today?"
Josh: "Yep, Jennifer, she's a girl."
Mom: "Oh really? How did you get to be friends? Did you ask her to play with you?"
Josh: "No, mom, that's not how you do it. I went to her at recess and said, 'I want YUMMY GIRLS! And then I chased her."
Mom: **big sigh**
(oh dear, my son, the girl chaser...does this start already in kindergarten??)