Category: Funny Stuff
While You Were Out
Tonight was the first time in over two weeks that the kids weren’t over and I had the place to myself. I came home and promptly crashed on the couch after several days of only 1-3 hours of uninterrupted sleep per night.
Now here’s where it gets weird. … Read more
Make it so…I don’t fall asleep at work
Please note in the captain’s log that, as of 1200 hours ship’s time, we have switched to the backup caffiene supply.
May the wind be at our backs…until about 5:00pm.… Read more
Conversations with Little C, day 1135
C: Daddy, get down!
ME: What?
C: GET DOWN!
ME: You mean get down from my chair, or get down and get funky?
[ thoughtful pause ]
C: Get down and get funky, daddy. … Read more
The Little Green Men on closeness
From time to time when he was younger, and occasionally still now, E has struggled with the concept of personal space – you couldn’t violate his, but he could get all over anyone else. So the following interaction as all three of us sat on the sofa watching something on TV amused me greatly.
- E [watches intently]
- C [cuddles up to E]: Hiiiiii!
- E [ignores little brother]
- C [getting in his big brother’s face]: HIIIIIIIII!
- ME: Hey, C. Back off. Personal space.
- C [still in big brother’s face]: PERSONAL SPAAAAAAAAAACE!
At this point I just kind of had to try to hide how hard I was laughing at it all.… Read more
The Little Green Men on hippo feasts
We’re big fans of Fiona the Hippo, the adorable superstar of the Cincinnati Zoo, at my house. Little C knows her as “the baby hippo”; E just likes to watch watermelons tossed into the hippo cove, where Fiona’s full-sized parents devour them whole. As we watched a Youtube playlist of the Cincinnati Zoo’s hippos – including Fiona – the boys provided the following narration:
E: Watermelons! OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM
C: Deeeeeeeelicious, hippos!
😆 It’s doesn’t get better than when they team up and tag-team something like this, each with their own sense of humor.
Conversations with Little C, day 990
Little C is learning to recognize letters – he’s on the verge of reading! As we pull up in the store parking lot:
C: “W…A…L…M…A…R…T…fingernails!”
ME: “What? Fingernails!?”
C: “They’re fingernails, daddy.”
He’s pointing to the “flower” design in the Wal-Mart logo.
Fingernails. Now I can’t unsee it. And neither can you. 😆… Read more