Out Of The Mouths

Kids say the cutest things. But lately John and I have been saying things that we never dreamed that, say 10 years ago (heck, 2.5 years ago!), we'd ever say. Here are just a few.

"Why are there chips in your ears?" *Overheard John asking this to William.

"It's chunky. We don't drink chunky milk."

"Please don't clunk your little sister over her head with that bat. It's not nice."

"I like yellow, but not all over my walls." *Referring to William's artistic renderings all over my stairwell wall.

"We don't poop on Thomas the train. Ever." *He's got Thomas undies that he likes to wear. We are working on potty training him. Still. I can't go there right now because it just gives me a headache. Besides, that subject deserves it's own post. What am I saying? It deserves it's own section.

"That's a rabbit turd that's stuck there. That's the reason we wear shoes outside, Dear."

"Why is there a Lego man floating in the fish aquarium?"

There are more. Lots more! But what about you? Have you said anything to your kids you never thought you'd ever have to vocalize?

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And then there are things that I never dreamed I'd hear come out of a tw0 and a half year old's mouth...
Apparently my son is very fashion-forward. I took the kids to the mall today to get my freebie pair of undies from Victoria's Secret. (I get a coupon every so often for a free pair and those freebies keep my stash well stocked!) I always, always park in the JC Penny parking lot. I don't like to mix it up because when I do, I forget where I park and then I'm stuck wandering the parking lot with two little kids who are undoubtedly cranky. But anyway, William was walking beside me through JC Penny (because you know, he certainly doesn't want to sit in the double stroller I lugged along!) when suddenly I realized that he was NOT walking beside me. I turned around to find my first-born gazing up at a pair of high-waisted women's jean-shorts. I hurriedly motioned for him to catch up to me but he waved me back. I huffed and turned the massive stroller around. Our conversation went down like this:

Me: What are you doing? You promised me you wouldn't run away!
William: I no run away. These shorts are cute, Mom. So cute.
Me: You like those shorts? They're really high-waisted.
William: So cute, Mom. For you.
Me: No, Mommy isn't getting shorts today.
William: So cute.
It didn't hit me until a few seconds later that that wasn't something most little boys talk about.

There are lots more of these conversations, too! He sure lights up my day, that little guy!