After a particularly bloody prize fight (a.k.a. dinner in most civilized households), I decided to take a 2-minute rest period. As I left, I pleaded with my sons, "Can you just sit here for 2 minutes and eat your dinner in peace?"
My 3-year old called after me, "No, mama. These are not peace. These are corn!"
Later, he had a small peepee accident while playing. I asked him why and he replied, "I can't stop go potty when I killin' bad guys!" (In truth, I can see this as a real problem to caped vigilantism. I hope the suits are appropriately designed, but the sex appeal decreases significantly when you think of Batman in his crime-fighting, bodily fluid-filled Depends.)
...and that's how my son made me laugh today.
2 comments:
But at least you know he has his priorities straight.
LOL! Good point! (And thanks for reading)
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