In the living room one Saturday:
*Hubbs and I walk in and find dear Sprinks red-faced and elbow deep in her diaper*
Hubbs: "Well... as long as she isn't mining for Mud Nuggets..." *looks thoughtful* "Can you pan for those?"
At dinner last night:
Sass: *to "Row, row, row your boat"*
"Bats, bats, bats, bats
Bats dey fly. Spooky, Spooky!
Bats, bats, bats... AIRPLANE!"
*Hubbs and I collapse in uncontrollable fits vowing to end every sentence with "AIRPLANE!"*
Sass: *looks irritated* "Don laugh! Airplane bats! I said AIRPLANE BATS!"
Explaining his extended absence:
Hubbs: "It was a P.L.O.P. You know, a Post-Lunch Office Poop."
Family trip to Target:
Sass: *looks up at the sign advertising a new line of undies in the lingerie department*
"Hey! Dere's boobth on der!" *Hops off the cart and bee-lines for a neon yellow demi cup with sparkles*
"Dis is for boobth, Dad!" *big smile*
Me: "Oh he is SO your son...."
During a Sprinkles fit over being told she could NOT do something at the table:
*Sprinkles begins grabbing handfuls of her cereal and throwing it to the floor in a fit of pure toddler rage*
Hubbs: *calmly turns and looks at me* "I have seen you metaphorically throw your cheerios..."
A couple of nights ago:
Sass: "Mom! Mom!" *runs toward me with a disturbed look on his face and something clutched tightly between his index finger and thumb*
"Look Mom!" *shoves a crusty, bloody booger into my hand*
"I've got raisins in my nose!" *he bolts*
Me: *speechless and nauseous at the same time while Hubbs laughs so hard he's silent (that's REALLY hard)*