Me: What kind of fruit do you want?
The Kid: Doritos!
The Kid: Mama, what do babies do?
Me: They eat, poop, cry, and sleep.
The Kid: They eat poop? I don't think we should have a baby.
Dear BYU,
Please find an offense. Like before next week.
Thanks a mil,
Erin
Please find an offense. Like before next week.
Thanks a mil,
Erin
It's a good thing I'm Mormon or else I'd be a raging (and probably continuously broke) alcoholic. Pina coladas have got to be the most delicious drink on the planet.
The Kid: Mama, most of the time I'm just so happy you made me a genius.
Me: Really? A genius?
The Kid: Yeah, but sometimes being a genius is hard. Especially on Tuesdays.
Me: Really? A genius?
The Kid: Yeah, but sometimes being a genius is hard. Especially on Tuesdays.
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