"Mom, what is your weenie made out of? Skin and cartlidge like your nose and ears?"
S: Mom, was Rudolph born yet when you were a kid?
M: Yup.
S: Wow! That's why you're really old.
When Seth was writing his letter to Santa, I was trying to encourage him to not be too greedy. I told him that he should make a little small talk before listing what he wants. When he was making his list, I asked him if he wanted to ask for something like world peace. His response? "Well....that's never gonna happen."
"Good tidings we bring, to you and your kid..." ♪♪
"It's beginning to look a lot like breakfast...♪♪
"Dad, Mom is the ruler of the family. Right?" Smart kid.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment