What Did You Say?

The kids were very excited to help make cookies the other day. I was using up some of those frozen tubs of cookie dough and found that I had two whole tubs to make - sugar cookies and double chocolate chunk.

Kadin was already at the counter with his cookie sheet making round balls of the dark double chocolate chunk dough . . . Bella grabbed her chair and took her spot right next to Kadin. She got up and took one look at Kadin's cookie sheet and yelled - "aaahh! Poo-poo?"

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Kadin and Bella were playing in the living room.

Kadin: Ouch! Bella!
Me: What happened?
Kadin: Bella hit me in the head with one of her princesses.
Me: Well I'm sure it was an accident.
Kadin: No it wasn't! She did it on purpose!
Me: Honey, I'm sure she didn't mean to do it.
Kadin: YES SHE DID! She did it on purpose.
Me: Ok.
Kadin: Oh great . . . I think I have to dial 1-9-9-9 . . . .
Me: What?
Kadin: Oh, I mean 9-1-1

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Bella was intently staring at my neck the other day. She was moving my hair and feeling my skin with her fingers.

Bella: Mommy . . . what that?
Me: What honey?
Bella: What that? (as she points to my neck)
Me: What are you pointing at?
Bella: Nipple? Nipple mommy?

She thought the tag-mole on my neck was a nipple. Priceless.

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The whole family was in the car on the way home and Kadin's throat-clearing fetish was in full effect. He was clearing his throat every couple of seconds.

Me: Kadin . . . honey . . . please stop doing that.
Kadin: I can't.
Me: Well you have to try.
Kadin: I have a frog in my throat.
Brian: Kadin - I realize you need to clear your throat, but why don't you try and do one big one and then stop and give your throat a rest for awhile. You are probably just irritating it more by clearing it every five seconds.
Kadin: (clearing his throat really loudly as Dad suggested - then a minute later he starts clearing his throat again)
Brian: Geez Kadin - stop ok?
Kadin: I CAN'T!!
Brian: Crying out loud you sound like you have Tourette's Syndrome!

Long pause . . . the car falls silent.

Kadin: What is tordent's snyndrom?

We all burst out laughing . . .