Chicken had a toy that Ladybug wanted.
“I want it I want it! Give it to me! I’m a girl!”
Chicken and I exchanged glances–oh really?
“Knock it off, Ladybug–you don’t have any feminine wiles!” Chicken retorted, rolling her eyes. She pronounced it ‘willies’–you know, to be cute?
Neither of us were prepared for the Cave Troll to hear her and to pipe up, “I’ve got a feminine willy! I do I do I do!”
mbptamht….BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And yet another one, added just now:
We’re watching the Incredible Hulk, and the bad Hulk, the one without pants is about to kill our favorite green freaky-muscle-creature, and Chicken speaks up. “Mom–that bad one–he doesn’t have any gomads.”
Blink. “Any what?”
“Gomads… you know…’Gomads’… guy things?”
Blink. “I think they’re pronounced ‘gonads’–but, you know, go-mad is kind of appropriate.”
“Whatever. He doesn’t have any.”
Me, looking intently at a cgi monster for marriage tackle: “You know… I think you’re right… well, I guess steroids will do that to you.”
Mmmmm…
(giggling) isn't that why we have kids? for entertainment purposes? now THAT cheered me up. 🙂
Since I don't have kids at home to make me giggle anymore thanks for sharing yours 🙂
Aren't kids amusing?!
Those comments (feminine willies, hehe) make all the pita stuff worth it. Thank all the gods for kids.
Gomads? Feminine willies? Oh. my ribs hurt, I'm laughing so hard!
kids say the damnedest things