Things overheard at the Wicke house:
Logan: Mom? Why do you walk like that? With your bottom going back and forth?
Logan: Mommmmm...you're doing it again.
Griffin: (at 3am) Dad! My tooth just fell out!
Logan: I don't think Griffin is giving me enough respect, and I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to babysit if he doesn't show me a little more respect. He makes me feel, like a...like a...a...piece of garbage!
Logan: Oh--my--gosh, Griffin! (said ad nauseam)
Mom: Just a minute Griffin and we'll hear your side of the story.
Griffin: Well, one time a loooong time ago...but you said I could tell my story!
Griffin: Dad! I'm making toast on my lamp!
Friday, June 26, 2009
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6 comments:
You are going to be so happy you saved these pieces of their childhood!! From the mouths of babes!
LOL! love the making toast on the lamp!
I Love it. Tell Logan not to worry someday her bum will do that too.
p.s. we just had a great enrichment. I'll have to e-mail you some stuff.
TOOOOOO funny. Your kids are hilarious!
LOVED your sleepcation post, too. I totally remember that feeling now that you post about it. I am hoping for you that it goes away soon and you can have insomnia amnesia.
You know what, I think Logan has a point. Little Brothers sometimes do make you feel like garbage, especially while you're babysitting!
hilarious.
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