Funnies

I've had a hard time keeping up with this blog lately. There always seems to be something else to do, like finally putting away the winter clothes and pulling out all the warm weather stuff. I've tried to sit down and write a few times, but I never get the chance to finish a whole thought.  So I've given up on that for now. Instead, here are a few funnies from the last few weeks.


In response to my asking "Why does Baby A always spit up on me?"
O: "Because he thinks you're a milk target!"
Me: "Well, his aim is really good then, I guess."

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While I was making dinner one night, Baby A started fussing. I asked C to help me by giving the baby his pacifier. C tried valiantly, but Baby A just kept spitting it out and crying. I couldn't help laughing when I heard this desperate plea.

C:  "Baby A! Baby A! Calm down! It's ok. You don't have to get so hilarious!"

Me: "C, I think you mean hysterical."

C: "What?"

Me: "Hilarious means very funny. Do you think A is being very funny? Or do you mean hysterical, like he's freaking out?"

C: "Well, I don't know what he is, but he's annoying!"

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On the way home from school yesterday:

O: "My tummy is rumbling."

Me: "Does that mean you're hungry?"

O: "No. That means my tummy's mustache is wiggling!"

Me: "Your tummy has a mustache?"

O: "Yes! And it's wiggling!"

Me: "Why does your tummy have a mustache?"

O: "I don't know. It just does! But Mom? All that wiggling is making me hungry!"