More Boog-isms

I have not done one of these in a while, and thought it was about time. I keep saying that I need to write these down so that I can be sure to remember them all, then I convince myself that I do not need to write them down because they are so funny that surely I will remember them. Or not.

The teachers at Boog's pre-school carry around a clip board so they can write the funny things down that the kids say and do and give them to us on note sheets at the end of the week. I need to do a post with just those. They are super cute.

On to this "Life's lessons as told by Boog."

When hearing of my father in law's misfortune of breaking his leg the other night, Boog asked if his leg broke off. I can only imagine what was going through his mind at the time.


Today when leaving school, a little girl waved at me so I waved back. Boog wanted to know who she was, I said I did not know. He asked why I waved at her, I told him because she waved at me so I waved back. He wanted to know why she waved at me so I told him that I guess it was because she was happy to which he responded, "Or she is gassy."


While waiting on dinner tonight, there were plenty of opportunities for me to "take notes" on funny comments, he was full of them tonight.

While playing ball with Sour Apple...

Sour Apple: "Boog, what kind of animal are you?"

Boog: "I am a fast tiger with green underwear."

Yea, because you KNOW that fast tigers wear underwear!


Also tonight while playing Monkey in the Middle (keep away)...

Boog: "Ok, now let's play Beavert (you know, beaver) in the middle!

While still playing Beavert in the Middle they kept hitting each other in the butt with the ball. They were all attempting to talk like Forrest Gump and saying things like, "That ball hit me in my buttocks" and "You hit me in the buttocks" and "I'd like to see that" and so on. Boog chimes in with, "You hit me in the *bobby-tocks!"

*Boog calls his male parts his bobby. When he was smaller, we called it his booty and he misunderstood one day and thought we said bobby and it just kind of stuck. Buttocks and bobby-tocks...hehe

My kids have decided lately that they will just take turns on who sleeps/wakes up at all hours of the night for reasons unknown to us.

Tutti-Frutti is the usual suspect and guilty party. This particular night, he slept like a dream and it was Boog...

I wake up at around 1:45am to something gently carressing my upper arm, I startle and realize it is Boog, I make some sort of a noise and hear him, "I love you Mommy!" I groan something out but in my head I hear I love you too Boog now go to sleep. In reality I actually hear some kind of groaning.

I doze back off and wake to hear "I am ready for brack-fast." (breakfast) I do not remember answering or hearing daddy say anything, I mean afterall, it is around 2am and my hearing could use a little tweaking at that time of the morning. I think he is back asleep now.

I doze back off and wake to hear, "Is somebody gonna get me something for brack-fast?" I still do not respond nor do I hear daddy.

I doze back off again and wake again to hear, "Daddy! I want water with my waffles." We think surely he is back asleep now, it is after 2:30am!

Nope, I wake this time to hear screaching, "I'm thirsty!" By this time, daddy and I are both up and at attention, trying to quieten him down before he wakes the whole house up. "Shhh...you can have a drink when we get up." We try to reason with him for what seems like an eternity. Finally daddy got up and fixed him a cup of water and we all doze off.

In the excitement of the evening, daddy forgot (or so he said, haha) to turn on his alarm so when I woke up without the alarm, I got up to start getting kids ready. I get downstairs and hear laughter coming from upstairs...daddy and Boog come down and daddy says that this morning, he wakes to hear, "Daddy, are you ready to PAR-TAY?"

Man...that kid is funny.

These things change?

My precious Boog is so funny...

Boog: "Mommy? What are you looking at pictures of?"

Mommy: "Me when I was in school."

Boog: "Oh, who was your mommy when you were a kid?"

Mommy: "Gee Gee"

Boog: "Still? When you was a kid she was your mom?"

Mommy: "Yep"

Boog: "Oh. Who was Daddy's mom when he was a kid?"

Mommy: "Grandma"

Boog: "Oh"

Some things just never change...

Out of the mouths of babes...part 2

Just a quick funny. You know that we have been doing VBS (BBS, according to Boog) this week at our church, so on my Facebook, I changed my status to something to the affect of "I have not been this tired...since the last time I did VBS."

To which one of my friends left this reply..."I had to tell you....yesterday after water day I changed your little boy (Boog, but of course she did not call him that) into his regular clothes...he is such a cutie! I asked him "Do you know which class you are in?" And he said "The one with my teachers in it." CUTE!!!!!!"

Just so you know...I have a very funny kid!

Old broad

Either hearing loss does indeed run in our family, or I have the funniest kid around. Either way...

Me to Daddy: You do realize that in less than one week, our baby will be 4 years old, right?

Boog: What baby?

Daddy: You.

Boog: I'm not a baby. I'm big. I'm not little.

Daddy: You are Daddy's baby.

Me: You will always be my baby.

Boog: Umm

Me: You will always be Mommy's baby. When you are 42, 52 and 62. Are you still going to sit in my lap when you are 62?

Boog: Yes.

Me: Wooo, Mommy will be an old broad when you are 62.

Boog: Uh-uh. I'm a kid. Kid's don't wear bras!

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On to the subject of painting rooms...

Boog: Daddy when you paint my room, you paint Batman, I will paint Robin. And I will paint Catwoman and Joker

Daddy: Ok. You want Batman, Catwoman and Joker.

Boog: After you paint my room, we'll paint Sour Apple's room Sponge-a-bob and we'll paint Lemon Drop's room Sponge-a-bob too. (Oh boy, won't they love that?)

Me: Well, what will we paint Tutti-Frutti's room?

Boog: We already painted Tutti-Frutti's room.

Me: Then what about Mommy and Daddy's room?

Boog: You mean the ceiling?

Me: Yea sure, the ceiling.

Boog: How we gonna paint the ceiling? It is tall.

Me: We'll use a ladder.

Boog: Uh-uh, ladders are for outside, it is too tall.

Me: They have smaller ladders, or we could use a chair. We will just stand in a chair. (Way to go Mommy, teach safety first!)

Boog: Uh-uh...

Me: Well, what are we going to paint Mommy and Daddy's room?

Boog: Dancin' with the stars!

Well, do you think just maybe we watch a little too much Dancing With The Stars?!?

Now I don't care who you are...that was just funny!

Songs on the radio...

Songs on the radio, don't they just take you back to childhood sometimes? The other night, I volunteered in the nursery for one of the many wonderful Easter services at our church. We had been at the zoo all day so the kids were really tired, well...actually, so was I. Anyway...back on track now. I decided to leave everyone at home with Daddy, except for Tutti-Frutti, you know since Daddy cannot exactly feed him. After church was over, we met Daddy and the other kids for dinner at Chipotle. When we headed to the parking lot, Boog decided he wanted to ride with me and Tutti-Frutti so we were having a good ole time singing along to one of my favorite radio stations. I just love the 80's and it is a rare opportunity for me to actually get to listen to something I like when there are kids in the car. So...back to the story, once again. We were pulling into the neighborhood when Centerfold came on and I was singing along.

Boog shouted from the back, "Mommy, this is my favorite song, I love this song!"

Me: I like this song too. I used to roller skate to this song when I was a little girl. (Ok, so maybe not a little girl.)

Boog: When you were a little girl 'fore I was in your tummy?

Me: Yes.

Boog: Oh. Did Daddy used to roller coaster to this song when he was a little boy without holding on to those thangs?

Me: (stifling back the laughter) Oh, I don't know. You will have to ask him.

Boog: Oh, I used to ice skate to this song.

Welcome to my world! If you can't translate, you had better not visit. Kids are just too funny!

Out of the mouths of babes...

While getting ready for bed the other night...

Me to 6 month old Tutti-Frutti (who has not been sleeping well at night): Could we please sleep all night tonight? Please...



Boog: NOOO! I don't want to sleep all night!



Me: But you do sleep all night everynight. Tutti-Frutti wakes mommy up and mommy is tired.



Boog: He wakes me up too and I haf-ta stretch...



Me: Well, if he wakes you up anyway, why don't you just feed him so mommy can get some sleep?



Boog: I caaan't!



Me: Why caaan't you?



Boog: 'Cuz I only got man boobs!



...and that was the end of it...

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Another faithful night in bed...waiting on daddy to come back down.



Boog: Mommy, I need a break...



Me: Well, take a break.



Boog: 'cuz I tiiiired. (while trying to pull cover up with dog laying on top of them) Mommy, this really don't work.



Me: Well, wait just a second and Daddy will come help you.



Boog: Ok, 'cuz Daddy is the strongest?



Me: Yes, cuz Daddy is the strongest!

Overheard from the kitchen...

Tonight while cooking dinner, this is what I heard coming from the living room...

*Boog shakin' it at his brother*

Sour Apple: Boog! Put your booty back in your pants!

Daddy: Boog! Get your hand out of your pants!

Boog: *giggling* Why my booty's stickin' out?

Me: *glad I am in kitchen* snickering to myself, so glad to not be a part of that conversation...

The joy of little boys, so glad daddy was home to be a part of that conversation because usually it is always me!

Tummy talk

Naptime...

Boog: My tummy hurts.

Me: I am sorry punkin', come on, let's go lay down.

Boog: But my tummy's hungry.

Me: You just had lunch, come on, it is naptime.

Boog: Oh. Does my tummy need a nap?

Me: Yep, I bet it does...

Kids and the funny things they say...

Setting...early one morning, before daylight, I am sure.

Boog: "Mommy?"

Me: "Yes, Boog?"

Boog: "Mommy, my tired is all gone. I ready to get up."

Me: "uh.."

Boog: "Mommy, your tired is all gone, you're ready to get up!"

Me: "Uh huh...gimmie a few minutes."

Boog: "Mommy, are you getting up?"
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A few weeks ago...getting ready for music and a quick trip by the hospital...

Me: "Come on Boog, hurry up."

Boog: "Where we going?"

Me: "We have to run by the hospital really quick before music. Come here, hurry."

Boog: "Why we going to the hah-pital?"

Me: "We have to go see Grammy real quick before we go to music."

Boog: "Why Grammy at the hah-pital, she havin' a baby?"

Me: spitting and sputtering, rolling around on the floor in tears of laughter trying to get him to tell Daddy why we are going to see grammy at the hosptial.

*let me add, Grammy was AT the hospital, not IN the hospital*
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The other night, Daddy driving us somewhere. Traffic was bad on freeway so we went another way...

Boog: "Mommy, why we going this way, where we going?"

Me: "We are taking a detour."

Boog: "To who?"

Me: "What?"

Boog: "To who?"

Me: "What? To who, what?"

Boog: "Where we going..."

Me: "Traffic was bad, we are taking a detour."

Boog: "To WHO?"

Me: (now realizing that he thinks we are taking a D to her!) "No baby, we are going another way because traffic was bad."

Boog: "Oh."
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Last night after Church, waiting on our romantic dinner for two to be ready for pick up...

Daddy: "Boog, what do you want for dinner?"

Boog: "Huh?"

Daddy: "We are going to go get you something to eat, anything you want. What would you like?"

Boog: *silence*

Me: "Boog, what would you like for us to get you to eat? Anything you want."

Boog: "Humm, I'm thinkin'...I'm thinkin'...I'm thinkin'..."

Boog: "I can't think, you decide!"
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A few months ago, outside of Kohl's, trying to get the kids out of the car and inside the store. It was the one day that it was freezing cold...

Me: "Hurry up, let's get out."

Boog: *messin around in the car* AFTER I had gotten the baby out and into the stroller.

Me: "Hurry up, let's get out, it is cold. Tutti-Frutti is getting cold, Mommy is cold."

Boog: *still messin around inside the car*

Me: "Come on, get out of the car now!"

Boog: "I don't have time for this!"
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As we speak...

Me: "Boog, come here. Let's get dressed."

Boog: "Where we going?"

Me: "Home Depot."

Boog: "Awww, Home Depot makes my legs hurt!"

Me: "You don't want to go get paint for your room?"

Boog: "Ha, oh yea! I was just kiddin'."