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The Ramblings of a Sleepy Boy

Kim and Cindy are mean and they are going to get my eyeballs out.

Mom. Can I jump up. Can I get up you? Can I get in your club (he crawls between my arms). Hey, Mom, can you write between the lions? Can you write that? No, you. Mom, I was reading the news a long time then I 'cided to go to bed. It's probably still dark. I pinched you a little bit. I pinched Dad's cheek a little bit like this. Like that. If you do this it hurts to me. That's what Dad did but I pinched him a little bit next time. He's going to do this softly. He's going to pinch get used to this softly.

Dad shares me with the stuff on my lips. It's loopstick. What is loopstick (chapstick). Mom, I'm going to tell dad, is that the stuff, loopstick? Tick, tick. Can I stay in your bed for all day tonight? Please Mom? Please, please, please, Mom, please. Please can I sleep in your bed for all night.

My eyes are looking at a dream. I saw a clock talker. (Giggles). Write P. O. K. W. and 1. You gotta say, it says "sound."

I like snacks.

The talking shark says, "In the nation under the sea!" Rember that on Elmo, what was that one? Oh, Dori was finding the, oh, probly, the kid fish. That's what happened. Dori couldn't find the kid's dad so she went around to find him. So that little boy kid went in the sink and flushed down to the sea.

I want a fish bowl tomorrow.

I want to eat some crabby paddies tomorrow at the morning. I'm thinking I want to do that.

Mom, do this (thumbs up).

I love you.

If the lights are on and I close my eyes at night, it gets all bright. The lights get all bright so I can't see.

Your body feels funny when one leg is off the bed. That's when your bum feels funny.

I was having my birthday and Jake was making me laugh because I don't know.

Will you make bikini bread tomorrow?

(Silence for a long time)

Mom! I don't know. Mom, my tummy turned into a hill when I was laying here.

Comments

  1. HilloriAugust 13, 2009 at 6:18 AM

    Hmmmm....those are some of my favorite conversations with my kids...the droopy state of innocence. Very funny!

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  2. ChristaAugust 13, 2009 at 6:29 AM

    Was this all in one sitting? WOW... bikini bread, it's my favorite!

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  3. FoursonsAugust 13, 2009 at 11:01 AM

    My favorite...Write P. O. K. W. and 1. You gotta say, it says "sound."


    Bahahahahahaha!

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  4. marianneAugust 13, 2009 at 11:04 AM

    Love it! I just did one of those with my little guy too. It's so fun when they just take off into their own thoughts and snuggle up next to you.

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  5. wendyAugust 13, 2009 at 11:11 AM

    Darling--I want some bikini bread.

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  6. KathrynAugust 13, 2009 at 11:30 AM

    Love this post, reminds me of some of the off the wall and adorably charming things my own kids have said!

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  7. CJ SimeAugust 13, 2009 at 11:41 AM

    Seriously I love your comments on my blog. every time you crack me up. muchas gracias.

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  8. AmberAugust 13, 2009 at 11:50 AM

    Hmmmm. Sounds like a good breakfast, crabby paddies and bikini bread. If you could just post those recipes, that would be great!

    Loved this post, brings back the memories of kids. I love them when they are little. I suppose I love them when they are older, as well.

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  9. Lisa Page RosenbergAugust 13, 2009 at 1:58 PM

    I too like snacks.
    And I also like that guy.

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  10. The Shep's HerdAugust 13, 2009 at 2:50 PM

    I love the meseages you get from sleepy kids. That was super funny !!!

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  11. KimberlyAugust 13, 2009 at 8:31 PM

    I am not sure I appreciate being called mean because I have never been mean to him. I hope you have a good day!

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  12. KimberlyAugust 14, 2009 at 1:06 PM

    I am sorry I took things so personally, I think I am feeling really insecure right now especially since Cindy and Ashly quit

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