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Post by E on Oct 9, 2009 17:49:52 GMT -5
Autumn is taking more and more interest in cooking and baking. We decided some starter "cheaters" would be a good way for her to learn baking. So we bought those brownie mixes from Costco that you add water, egg and oil then bake, to help her start on her own.
Aut "I can't get the clumps out"
Me "Those are chocolate chips"
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Post by MsAriel on Oct 13, 2009 12:25:04 GMT -5
*giggles*
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Post by bear on Oct 14, 2009 17:57:57 GMT -5
I have no idea where she learned this one:
Little Bear: You just say, "you can do what you want", okay?
Me: What? No, I'm not going to say that.
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Post by MsAriel on Oct 15, 2009 10:07:26 GMT -5
Oh man...
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Post by E on Oct 21, 2009 12:51:47 GMT -5
Oh Bear. These girl children. You should whip that one out when she is 15 and giving you hell. ;D
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Post by Denethor on Feb 24, 2010 1:31:09 GMT -5
OK, this isn't about my kids, though it's a reminder as to why I don't have any. In more ways than one. I was waiting for a haircut the other day, when a woman comes into the shop, announcing as she comes in, "Michael! Hold the door open for me!" - and a kid of about eight does so, so she can push a stroller in containing a kid of about 1-1/2. She is followed in by an adult male who I presume shares the blame for "Michael". Now this kid, he's a handful - runs around the shop ("Michael! Come back here!"), grabs the shampoo bottles of the shelf of sale items ("Michael! Stop that!", followed this time by "he never listens to me", directed at the husband), and pushes the stroller containing his sister around the shop at an insane speed ("Michael! Watch your sister!"). Michael, I must point out, is in clear need of a haircut; it looks very much like he had a "bowl" haircut and got gum in it or something, which someone had to cut out, leaving the spray of shorter hair that now needs blending in with the rest of it. He doesn't seem to mind. At one point the woman and her husband step outside for a smoke ("Michael! Keep an eye on your sister!") and while they are outside having some kind of minor argument, the stroller nearly runs over my foot. "Michael", I say quietly. For some reason, he pays a lot more attention; maybe because I'm a stranger, maybe because my lower volume stands out in the loud, crowded shop, maybe because something in my tone betrays the fact that the "Michael" I normally address isn't an eight-year-old. "Your mother would like to call your attention to the fact that the employees of this establishment use a variety of sharp blades and caustic chemicals in their work, and that thus piloting your sister around at that velocity may be somewhat less than wise." Kid doesn't even bother trying to translate; confused, he asks me the last question anyone in earshot would expect. ... "How do you know my name?" I debated explaining that if he behaved better, such baffling and bemusing incidents involving strangers using his moniker would become less frequent, attempted to translate that into plain English, and gave up the project; besides, the parents were returning and I didn't want them thinking I had any bad designs on their progeny. I also didn't need to give a more or less innocent child any nightmares about extraterrestrials at the barber's. I let the matter drop. As I was leaving, I noticed that the woman, in a fit of common sense, was having Michael's hair cut short enough to resemble the one in Legion. No more gum problems! Glad that flick inspired somebody. (When I told this story to a friend she pointed out my peculiar talent for sounding like a college professor while remaining quite... blunt...at least, I think that is the polite form of what she used. If she could only see what I grew up with!) Gotta wonder sometimes.
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Post by radiance on Feb 24, 2010 23:49:41 GMT -5
I have tons of these some of the more recent ones...
Marley (who just turned 4) opened a door and our cat Pandora was standing there, then she closed the door and opened it again a few seconds later to find that the cat had "disappeared" she ran to her dad and said. "Daddy I think I'm magic, I opened the door and closed the door and opened the door again and I made Pandora disappear!"
Yesterday she said
"mommy when I grow up I want to be daddy and a rockstar."
Marley was helping her little sister Nesslin get dressed and managed to get both of Nesslin's legs into one pant leg she turned to me and said
"mommy I tried to make Nesslin back into her old self but I turned her into a mermaid"
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Post by Denethor on Apr 3, 2010 20:57:26 GMT -5
This wasn't exactly something the little tyke said, but... My sis and her family were in town for Easter and the gang of us all went out to lunch. My niece is at the picture-drawing age, where every time you visit an older relative it warrants drawing that person a picture, so I received one... ...a heart drawn on pastel blue paper, awwww.... ...but not to worry, the heart was full of eyes and had jagged green teeth! I kid you not... whew, she's normal.
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Post by hydra on Apr 19, 2010 23:23:17 GMT -5
I got my granddaughter, Hayden, up from a nap and we went to go wake up her daddy (my son), he was sleeping on the sofa. He woke up and she very gently picked up his glasses off the coffee table and handed them to him, "dada dada see dada dada" It was so damn cute.
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