On the way home from school yesterday, my 7 yr old, Z, was trying to pick up rocks to add to his "collection." It wouldn't be a problem if they were pretty rocks, but they're all ugly and grey, and he leaves them around the house for everyone else to step on. I kept telling Z to stop picking up rocks, when I looked back and saw that he was trying to hide two by twisting them into the hem of his shirt and holding them near his belt-line.
me: What are those?
Z (trying to look confused): What?
me: Right there.
Z looks down at the rocks twisted in his shirt, points to his groin area and says: Those are my nuts!
I just stood there staring at him for a few seconds, giving him the mom look.
Z: Fine. I'm sorry, those aren't my nuts. They're my LADY PARTS!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Seven and Some Change
7 yr old: Am I seven and three-quarters yet?
me: not yet
7 yr old: Am I seven and one penny yet?
Friday, February 19, 2010
Ant Farm
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Zedism #3
While watching his sister play a video game:
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Art museum
After going to the art museum, my 6 yr old son asked his 8 yr old sister, "Why are there so many naked ladies in art museums?" to which my 8 yr old replied, "Because men get lonely."
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Zedisms #1 & #2
My 6 yr old, we'll call him Zed, has always said weird things that make sense to only him. I've forgotten way more than I remember, so, starting today, I'll be adding to this blog as he says them.
#1: A few weeks ago, while complaining about an unexpected heat wave, "Whew! I'm sweatier than a cow in a bathtub!"
#2: After being asked if he wanted to choose a TV program to watch, "YES! More than a cantaloupe that's died, YES!
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