An Announcement from My Son
Son (7 years old): I don't have buttocks.
Marinka (age unspecified): What do you mean?
Son: I don't have buttocks. Do you want to hear it again? I don't have buttocks.
Daughter (10 years old): That's stupid. And who cares?
Son: Buttocks are important. It's how your butt lives.
Daughter: Some people have their buttocks chopped off at birth.
Son: Why?
Daughter: Like by a devil nurse or something.
Marinka: glug, glug.
Marinka (age unspecified): What do you mean?
Son: I don't have buttocks. Do you want to hear it again? I don't have buttocks.
Daughter (10 years old): That's stupid. And who cares?
Son: Buttocks are important. It's how your butt lives.
Daughter: Some people have their buttocks chopped off at birth.
Son: Why?
Daughter: Like by a devil nurse or something.
Marinka: glug, glug.
posted by Marinka at
7:12 PM
7 Comments:
LOL... or something!!
Where do kids get these things? You can't make this stuff up.
How are you not cracking up all the time???
A bonus post - fun! I've always loved the word buttocks. I didn't know they could be chopped off though, ouch.
Me: Glug, glug. Seriously, second glass down.
I love your kids and the things they say. Seriously. This is what's missing from my life ;)
I hope you're keeping a notebook filled with these for your book. You can't make this stuff up!!!
HAHA!! That's funny. I can only imagine what mine will come up with when they are a little older.
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