Here are a few pearls of wit from my kids, to be filed under category, you gotta love ‘em”
The other day Princess and Cherub were wrestling on the couch and this was the conversation I overheard:
Cherub: (presenting buttocks) Smell my butt
Princess: No way!
Cherub: Come on, it’s grown into a flower
I was laughing too much to reprimand her for, I assume, attempting to fart in her sister’s face.
One night this week we were playing ‘What am I?’ with the girls. Princess was giving clues like; I have lots of wheels and a big body and I drive on the road. Hubby tried to help Cherub out by whispering ‘Truck’. Having misheard his clue she shouted, “Dragon!”. When Princess said no, it was a truck, Cherub rolls her eyes at her dad, as though he were quite dense. “I didn’t think it was dragon!”
While playing the same game, it was Cherubs turn to give clues. This was how it went:
I have no legs, no arms, no face, no anything at all.
The answer in case you were wondering (we all were), was “I’m a cup”
Last week Princess and I were in the supermarket, going through the chilled food section. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she commented, “I’m cold. You can tell because I have chicken pops.”
I then had to explain the difference between Chicken Pox and Goosebumps. Why do we name these reactions of the flesh after birds?
One night when I was putting Cherub to bed, I asked her, “How much do I love you?”. She spread her arms out wide to show I loved her as far as I could stretch my arms and beyond (she’d done this before, you see). On this particular night I asked her in return, “How much do you love me?”
Cherub replied, “Six.”
Recently Princess was on the phone to her grandparents. Her grandma asked her how she was, to which Princess responded, “I’m perfect of course!”
Nothing like the confidence of a six year old
Have a great weekend,