Quote of the Day
August 11, 2007
On the television: “…he was pretending to be a freshman.”
8 yr old: “That’s so funny. But how do you pretend to be a refreshment?”
Posted by Chris @ 9:03 am
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Too funny!
The other day John told me that we had received mail about the “free Masons” and maybe we should talk about it. I was puzzled and asked why we were getting mail about the “free Masons”? Well, It turns out he was saying “cremation”!!! I must get my hearing checked.
August 11th, 2007 at 11:32 amOpps, I find that Freemasons are one word. Sorry.
August 11th, 2007 at 11:34 amGood question!
August 11th, 2007 at 12:15 pmi love it!!
August 11th, 2007 at 12:48 pmAnd you just don’t want to correct them because, it’s so darn cute!
August 11th, 2007 at 1:22 pmROFL! That is soooooooooo adorable. I wanna be a refreshment!
August 11th, 2007 at 1:27 pmThe same way you change the t.v. with a maarote (remote)and eat bratroast(bratwurst) for dinner! I’ll correct him when he’s 10 or something..
August 11th, 2007 at 1:37 pmWe have openmeal for breakfast sometimes
August 11th, 2007 at 2:03 pmFunny - we used a “demoter” for years to change the channel on our tv, while eating “ronies” (macaroni). Mine are all grown up now, and I really miss the word-play that we used to have!!!!
August 11th, 2007 at 4:33 pmIn the humid weather we’re having, I wouldn’t mind being a refreshment!
August 11th, 2007 at 6:08 pmMy 8 yo daughter told me the other day that she wanted to do the “love box”. I asked her to tell me more, turns out she was referring to the Locks of Love program.
August 11th, 2007 at 6:26 pmSometimes we have to get our ‘chothers’ things betuz we do.
Right now I am typing on the Ahfweeater. Or the Pukatour.
xx
August 11th, 2007 at 8:10 pmSo awesome.
Well duh, you look tall, cool and icy. Silly.
Boy 1 still calls it a “cellophone” and gets upset when I correct him. “That’s what I said! Cellophone!”
August 11th, 2007 at 8:56 pmMy oldest always called his forehead, his ‘forfhead’. I still do. He’s 15. He doesn’t. He’s no fun anymore.
August 11th, 2007 at 11:42 pmOh man, I called it a cellophone until partly through high school. No one ever bothered to correct me. I had lots of earaches when I was little, so I wound up learning plenty of words incorrectly. Hopefully it served to amuse my parents plenty.
August 12th, 2007 at 12:14 amLOL!! That’s so funny!!
August 12th, 2007 at 5:40 amHey, I just read your list of 40 things….I hated “100 Years of Solitude” too - I mean, what’s up with that, anyway? And I never had a wedding either - I keep telling my oldest that I expect a great party on our 25th anniversary.
We went to the Grand Canyon once, when we had only 2 little ones (and only one was walking). There’s no way I’d go back with a bunch of kids running around - that’s quite a drop, you know.
Actually, I found knitting to really help me with homeschooling my oldest boy, believe it or not. I have an article about it in Home Education Magazine (but, wait, it hasn’t been published yet - I’ll send it to you when it is).
August 12th, 2007 at 9:21 amWhen pruning the roses today I over heard 2 yr old telling 4 yr old to watch out for the horns. 4 yr old replied they’re not horns they’re forns. And these round things are spuds!
August 12th, 2007 at 11:25 amWe ate ham-burglers and pasghetti (but I think lots of others did too),
Just read your Forty Before Forty post, specifically the maybe ice skating rink in your back yard. I grew up in Cleveland, OH. When we were kids my dad hired a back hoe (or whatever it’s called) to dig out a one-foot-deep by 30 foot square patch in the back yard. Then, once winter was truely settled in, the fire department came by and filled our dirt depression. This froze in a couple of days. We skated every day and our “pond” became the gathering place for neighbor kids.
Sometimes we would skate at night, and dad would build a fire in a huge old galvanized container which provided the only light. One of my fondest childhood memories is watching my parents partner-skate. To me they looked beautiful, graceful, ethereal, and certainly not like my REAL parents.
DO create your skating rink! You will be so pleased and filled with sinful pride. If global warming continues, dig it deeper and make it a swimming hole.
August 12th, 2007 at 12:41 pmJust don’t do what my mom does, which is to retain all of the funny kid-speak long after the kids outgrow it. Her youngest is now 16 and she’ll still say “P-bubby” for peanut butter and “Dish-wawa” for dishwasher…
August 12th, 2007 at 1:01 pm