It seems that it is a good idea to give the 4 yo her own little space here on the blog. She's quite a bit more popular than my ranties. Apparently though, mothers are required to shriek "It's Still Not a Mommy Blog" whenever we talk about our kids.
Shriek.
First, you might as well know her name. It's Jemima. Ima for short.
Ima asks at lunch yesterday: momma, what's the name of that man you're married to?
Me: Um, Daddy?
no! the man you were married to before daddy? Chocko Knotts?
Me: Oh. Him. Chuck L. Knutz.
giggles. that's right. chuckle nuts!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
7 comments:
Is Chuck L. Knutz the one buried in the basement?
You could create a series of her questions. Titled "I'm a-wonderin'"
Sorry, too easy.
Sounds like a breakfast cereal. Was he high in fiber?
Hee hee! "Chuckle nuts"! I want to put some of those in my Happy Underpants!
sorghum I wouldn't have buried chuck in my basement. The smell of garlic and the price of silver bullets would be prohibitive.
cdp don't knock easy. I've gotten pretty far in life by being easy. Wait a minute....
dean he was no Euill Gibbons, let me tell you. And he was putting his twigs and berries in someone else's breakfast bowl!
dr. zaius what you put in your underwear is your own business, just promise me you don't want that particular set of chuckle nuts.
Obviously the kid's wise beyond her years.
Ah, go on and mommy blog. I think it's funny. Seriously. Kids are hilarious. Why wouldn't you mine them for all their worth? I do!
Post a Comment