Thank God for Baby Girls

Red: Mama, I wove my baby sissy. I’m so glad I have a sister.

Me: Aren’t you so glad she was a baby sister and not a brother?

Blue: Yeah I woulda throwed a baby brother away. Or leaved him at the old house 

Advertisements

Butt Paper is Not Decor

Driving to school today, we saw a house that had been tp-ed….

 

Blue: Mom!  What is that?

Me: That house got toliet papered, buddy.

Blue: What in the world?  Why they do that?!

Red: I sink, I sink it’s their Halloween descorations.

Blue: They not do a good job.

Red: Yeah.  They need monsters.  Not butt paper.

Close, yet so far away

The name calling has increased in our house, so their father has “taught” the boys the phrase, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

I overheard this today…

Blue: You a baby, bubba.

Red: Words don’t hurt me. Break your bones, brudder.