Oh Char-LEE-O, oh Char-LEE-O me doth protest too much that thee cannot sleep in my bed. Yet I should cherish thee whose heart greets me with so sweet a kiss my son gives each dawn, crawls in to me bed, requests of me to li-eth on his arm, and proclaims, "Mommy, I love you and I will keep you safe."
Ay, Mark Sirrah, give me leave to allow-eth Char-LEE-O into thine bed for I am in love with Char-LEE-O.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Kid-isms...again.
Listening to the radio...awesome convo ensues...
O: "Mom, is Katy Perry...like...real?"
Me: "Ummm...yes. Why?"
O: "But...doesn't she have to go to sleep sometimes? She has to go to sleep."
Me (laughing on the inside): "Ohhhhh....she is not singing live every time she is on the radio. They RECORDED her singing."
Charlie: "Mommy, you want some can-cakes and crop-porn?"
Translation: pancakes and popcorn. Although, I prefer his version.
Olivia overheard a long-underwear discussion and entered the room. "Daddy, are those long underwear?"
Yes.
"Wow, you have LONNNGGGGGG underwear."
O: "Mom, is Katy Perry...like...real?"
Me: "Ummm...yes. Why?"
O: "But...doesn't she have to go to sleep sometimes? She has to go to sleep."
Me (laughing on the inside): "Ohhhhh....she is not singing live every time she is on the radio. They RECORDED her singing."
Charlie: "Mommy, you want some can-cakes and crop-porn?"
Translation: pancakes and popcorn. Although, I prefer his version.
Olivia overheard a long-underwear discussion and entered the room. "Daddy, are those long underwear?"
Yes.
"Wow, you have LONNNGGGGGG underwear."
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