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.
