He has a lyrical tone that mixes with mid-word giggles and a precious mispronunciation of r’s.
When he is telling a story, you can see brain cogs moving and a realization wash over his face that he is funny.
He cracks himself up.
Last night, this was our conversation:
Mommy, I know a boy who dosn’t flush the toilet.
Ewww!
I know a boy who doesn’t take a bath.
He must smell terrible.
I know a boy who doesn’t brush his teeth.
I bet no one wants to be around him.
I know a boy who doesn’t wear clothes!
He doesn’t wear clothes?
He runs around naked all day.
I bet he doesn’t make his bed.
No, he definitely doesn’t make his bed.
I bet he doesn’t pick up his toys.
No, he definitely doesn’t pick up his toys.
I bet he doesn’t pick up his clothes.
Mommy! He doesn’t WEAR clothes.
He walks around all stinky and naked?
Yes. And all he eats is candy.
Who is this boy?
He lives inside my brain.
I can just sit and watch Rhett(5) talk for hours.
And he will.
He has a lyrical tone that mixes with mid-word giggles and a precious mispronunciation of r’s.
When he is telling a story, you can see brain cogs moving and a realization wash over his face that he is funny.
He cracks himself up.
Last night, this was our conversation:
Mommy, I know a boy who dosn’t flush the toilet.
Ewww!
I know a boy who doesn’t take a bath.
He must smell terrible.
I know a boy who doesn’t brush his teeth.
I bet no one wants to be around him.
I know a boy who doesn’t wear clothes!
He doesn’t wear clothes?
He runs around naked all day.
I bet he doesn’t make his bed.
No, he definitely doesn’t make his bed.
I bet he doesn’t pick up his toys.
No, he definitely doesn’t pick up his toys.
I bet he doesn’t pick up his clothes.
Mommy! He doesn’t WEAR clothes.
He walks around all stinky and naked?
Yes. And all he eats is candy.
Who is this boy?
He lives inside my brain.
He has a lyrical tone that mixes with mid-word giggles and a precious mispronunciation of r’s.
When he is telling a story, you can see brain cogs moving and a realization wash over his face that he is funny.
He cracks himself up.
Last night, this was our conversation:
Mommy, I know a boy who dosn’t flush the toilet.
Ewww!
I know a boy who doesn’t take a bath.
He must smell terrible.
I know a boy who doesn’t brush his teeth.
I bet no one wants to be around him.
I know a boy who doesn’t wear clothes!
He doesn’t wear clothes?
He runs around naked all day.
I bet he doesn’t make his bed.
No, he definitely doesn’t make his bed.
I bet he doesn’t pick up his toys.
No, he definitely doesn’t pick up his toys.
I bet he doesn’t pick up his clothes.
Mommy! He doesn’t WEAR clothes.
He walks around all stinky and naked?
Yes. And all he eats is candy.
Who is this boy?
He lives inside my brain.
I love listening to my Little M talk when she doesn’t realize I’m listening to her. I think their is always a musical playing in her head.
Ha! So this is what I have been missing, only having girls! love it!
He is too freaking cute. What a great story. This will be one to mention to future girlfriends. 😉
He is a card!!
I love the stories kids tell!
I agree with Mindy- that is precious!
Walking around naked and smelly is bet done in a brain.
Mindy is totally right! I think I might know *just* the animator for you!
I would love a guided tour of my six year old’s brain.
You just wrote the text for a REALLY cute children’s book. Quick, go get an illustrator and publish it.
I love little kid stories. It’s the best when my 3 kids have a “conversation”. They’re 5, 2 and1.