"Chloe, who's in mommy's magazine?"
"LADY GAGA! LADY GAGA! LADY GAGAAAAA!"
"I want to be a dentist! An animal dentist!"
"I like teeth!"
"Are you going to give me candy? What's that? Is it candy? What's THAT? Is it. . .candy?"
"Are you going to be good today Bobby?"
"Are you going to give me something?"
(Those are some fine parenting skillz ya got there)
"My nose itches, will you scratch my nose?"
"These are vampire frogs and they will bite you!"
"Is that a pterodactyl? Those are my favorite!"
"No mothering allowed!"
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On a sidenote:
So you know that sound that submarines always make in movies underwater when the crew is looking at the radar for incoming enemy missiles? The high pitched one, that echoes throughout the ocean? I'm totally hearing that sound emanating from some part of my house. Maybe there is an enemy destroyer in my basement. I'm confused. . .
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