So, I was thinking on what would be a good grand opening post to my blog. I thought of that show, "Kids Say the Darndest Things." (okay, so maybe I'm only 30, and I've only seen a fake clip of it used on Family Guy, but you get the idea) so here we go.
I have to constantly yell at my fat ass cat, Mandy to stop scratching the couch. I yell, "Mandy, Mandy," in my sternest teacher voice. Normally by then she's done scratching, but I feel as if I've accomplished something. Well, C has picked up the habit and starts yelling, "Mannee! Mannee!". Ooooooops. But 'Manneee' does stop. Heh.
I don't know why I taught her this, but I've paid for it in spades. So, every time she sees something she's excited about she says hi to it, like airplanes. "Hi airplane!" and then, "bye airplane! See you a morrow, airplane!" well, unfortunately, this extends to mommy going potty as well. We'll be at the mall, Nd mommy has to pee in a public restroom. "hi, potty!" mommy gets done, "bye bye PEE (emphasis on that)! See you a morrow PEE!" cue snickers from every stall in the bathroom.
And my all time favorite: clocks. C is obsessed with clocks. And I've been keeping an eye out for a nice clock for our kitchen. I'm in Target in the Home Decor section, and C starts in with, "Mama! Mama! COCKS! COCKS!" I had forgotten her propensity for dropping L's. I hurriedly say very loudly, so no one thinks I am raising a young porn star, "yes, sweetie, those are CLOCKS! Very good for noticing the CLOCKS!" oi.
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