So I showed Hubster the waistband in the front of my underpants, and wouldn’t you know it was clearly meant to be in the rear.
Me: I was wondering why when I was sitting on the floor with the kids, my underpants were riding low in the back.
H: so you mean you’ve had them on backwards all day
H: and don’t you think you should correct that?
Me: we’ll that would require me to take off my shoes
H: do we need to get you Velcro shoes?
Hubster: look at that huge plane! It’s going to land on us! Ahhhhh!!!!
Hailea: no it looks like it’s crop dusting
Hubster: hehehe, I crop dust
Me: no you don’t. You napalm. (Insert laughter here)
Hubster: I refuse to take off my sunglasses. (He has prescription ones he switches with his regular ones)
Me: why because the sun can’t make up it’s mind? (We’re driving through rain in Biloxi)
Hubster: I’ll see you on the other side
Me: of the storm or the afterlife?
Hailea: Em, how do spell it?
Hubster: I. T. Geez, maybe we should have dinner with Winnie the Pooh & he can teach you how to spell it.
Hailea: I know how to spell it. I. T.
Hubster: did you ever figure out who chip & dale are?
Hailea: yea the munkies.
Hailea: yea the squirrels
Hubster: I think I’m going to have more fun than you guys. I’ll just let you drive the Lamborghini.
Hailea: YES! I’ll drive the Lamborghini!
Hubster: do you know who Pluto is?
Hubster: do you know who Mickey is?
Hailea: (laughing) yes
Me: do you know who Chris verde is?
Hubster: oh man he’s awesome. I think you ought to get his autograph now!
Hailea: well I do have blank pages in my book.
Me: (to myself) omg don’t encourage him
Hubster and I are in the kitchen with Brewster & snickers. Snickers was sniffing brewster’s bum. It was so funny (you had to be there for the visual), so I started laughing. I was sitting on the floor, so snickers comes over and starts licking my face.
Hubster: OMG. You now have Brewster bum on your face. She was sniffing his butt.
Me: she didn’t lick it, so it’s not on me.
H: she was sniffing it, and her lip touched it.
H: yuh-huh. I saw it. Her bottom lips crossed the plane.
M: from your angle it may have looked like it, but you were up high. I was at the right butt angle to be able to see it, and she didn’t touch it.
H: can we record this conversation? Because you were at the right butt angle and that will be something to remember, and talk about later….
Hubster: snickers is licking the couch. Look at her long tongue.
(Snickers stops licking and glares at him)
Me: she’s telling you that you’re a tattletale and you need to shut up.
H: she’s got cow eyes.
M: big and brown…
H: and just enough white so it only shows when they’re going berserko.
M: with the mad cow disease….
(Snickers rolls/falls off the couch)
Car conversation today. The girls were playing with a small mushroom toy.
Munchkin: mom, you know she puts perfume on Mushy even though he’s a boy.
Friend: he’s not a boy.
Munchkin: uh huh. He told me so.
Me: it’s ok. Boys can wear perfume.
Friend: yea. It’s called man cologne.
Conversation in the car this morning between Munch & her friend.
Friend: once my mom and I made Rice Krispie treats, but she left out an ingredient. I don’t know which one, but it was probably a main one because they were so messy and wouldn’t stay together.
Munch: was it yeast? I bet it was yeast. You gotta have yeast to blow it up. Yeast blows everything up.
Munchkin: poppie’s asleep in the truck
Me: that’s ok. Just as he’s not dead in the truck we’re ok
Mo: well if so we could just drive by a hospital, open the door, and push him out
Me: like in whatever movie that was. Well, if he was, that would be a little to griswaldy for me.
Hubster: or it would be like weekend at Bernie’s
*pulling up to stop light & poppie moves*
Munchkin: he’s not dead.
Munchkin: dad, can I get more broccoli please.
She goes into the kitchen, plays around a bit, and comes back out with some broccoli on her plate covered by a slice of cheese.
H: hey, I said you could have broccoli. I didn’t say you could have cheese.
M: but you can’t have broccoli without cheese.
H: broccoli makes you fart, but cheese on top of it is worse. It makes you fart on a fart on a fart.