Yesterday, we took Dylan to the mall. We were letting Dylan play in the Mr. Rogers Play Area, along with a mass of other children and their stressed out parents. One stressed dad, whose son walked over to him in bare feet, right next to where we were, shouted sarcastically to his son, "Why did you take your socks off?! Why are you walking around in bare feet?! ARE WE AT THE BEACH?!"
Dylan looked at him, and shouted, "NO, WE'RE AT THE MALL!!!" That shut him up. : )
Showing posts with label funny kid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny kid. Show all posts
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
My Funny Kid
One morning this week, when I went in to get Dylan out of the crib, he greeted me with "Hi Buddy!"
*The sun was shining brightly through the sliding glass door, where Dylan and I sat having a snack. Suddenly, he shouted, "TOO BRIGHT!! TURN IT OFF, MOMMY!" "Turn what off?! The sun?!", I asked. "Yes, please". (I really am going to miss these days when he thinks I am strong and powerful - powerful enough to turn off the sun).
*Today, we finished playing a game and after we cleaned it up, he looked down, thinking, and said, "Well..." (Like, "Well, now what should we do?")
*He has now entered the land of pretend play, and I am finding it very amusing. He was playing with his Little People, and they were "going to Florida".
I remarked, "Wow, there's a lot of people on that plane!", and he answered very matter of factly, "Well, they all want to go!" (Tell me about it, kid).
Lately, he's been attending a lot of birthday parties, so often the Little People are "at a party". Here they are at the party "eating cake". When I asked who was at the party, he gave me the list, "Mi-Mi, Bubba, Mi-Maw, Pop-Pop, Mommy, Daddy, Dee-Dee". I said, "What about those other people? Who are they?" He answered, "Anybody. They just want eat cake!"
There are certain Little People who represent the people in his life, and they are always the same. The fun loving boy with a frog on his shoulder - that's Dylan. I'm the cute tourist girl, who loves to wear sandals. Jim? He's the orange haired pilot, who, also happens to be...a girl! HAHAHAHAHA (At least I think it's a girl. It has long hair. Then again, you should have seen how long Jim's hair was before I met him. Boy, do I have some pictures I could post. (Evil laughter)
*Dylan's latest thing is closing doors behind him. All doors must be shut, I tell you! We were about to go downstairs one morning, when he noticed the door to my bedroom was open. "Wait!", he said, running to shut it. I like the door to be open, because if it is shut, it gets really cold in there. "Dylan, this door needs to be open", I explained, pushing on the door, as he was pulling it. "NO! THE DOOR BE SHUT!!", he screamed. And, that is how a grown woman might find herself screaming "NO! THE DOOR BE OPEN!!" at 7:00 in the morning.
*The sun was shining brightly through the sliding glass door, where Dylan and I sat having a snack. Suddenly, he shouted, "TOO BRIGHT!! TURN IT OFF, MOMMY!" "Turn what off?! The sun?!", I asked. "Yes, please". (I really am going to miss these days when he thinks I am strong and powerful - powerful enough to turn off the sun).
*Today, we finished playing a game and after we cleaned it up, he looked down, thinking, and said, "Well..." (Like, "Well, now what should we do?")
*He has now entered the land of pretend play, and I am finding it very amusing. He was playing with his Little People, and they were "going to Florida".
I remarked, "Wow, there's a lot of people on that plane!", and he answered very matter of factly, "Well, they all want to go!" (Tell me about it, kid).
Lately, he's been attending a lot of birthday parties, so often the Little People are "at a party". Here they are at the party "eating cake". When I asked who was at the party, he gave me the list, "Mi-Mi, Bubba, Mi-Maw, Pop-Pop, Mommy, Daddy, Dee-Dee". I said, "What about those other people? Who are they?" He answered, "Anybody. They just want eat cake!"
There are certain Little People who represent the people in his life, and they are always the same. The fun loving boy with a frog on his shoulder - that's Dylan. I'm the cute tourist girl, who loves to wear sandals. Jim? He's the orange haired pilot, who, also happens to be...a girl! HAHAHAHAHA (At least I think it's a girl. It has long hair. Then again, you should have seen how long Jim's hair was before I met him. Boy, do I have some pictures I could post. (Evil laughter)
*Dylan's latest thing is closing doors behind him. All doors must be shut, I tell you! We were about to go downstairs one morning, when he noticed the door to my bedroom was open. "Wait!", he said, running to shut it. I like the door to be open, because if it is shut, it gets really cold in there. "Dylan, this door needs to be open", I explained, pushing on the door, as he was pulling it. "NO! THE DOOR BE SHUT!!", he screamed. And, that is how a grown woman might find herself screaming "NO! THE DOOR BE OPEN!!" at 7:00 in the morning.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
You Really Had To Be There
Dear Dylan,
There is no way that I can explain to someone who wasn't sitting at our dinner table tonight how funny you are. I can be so stressed out, and be ready to scream and go into Ugly Mommy Mode, and then you do something that makes me almost fall off my chair laughing. You must have grown overnight, because suddenly, and without warning, you are now able to pull things down off the dining room table and the kitchen counter. This is not funny - at all. So after you pulling down dirty plates, papers, pens, etc. I was starting dinner out cranky. Then you started the whining. Dylan, you know I can't take the whining.
By about the third thing I gave you, (peas), I guess you were starting to get bored. I turned to look at you, and caught you with your hand in mid air, just about to drop a whole handful of peas on the floor. I snarled, "Hey!", and gave you "The Eyebrows", and you sharply inhaled, went "Ooooohh!", and slowly, (while not taking your eyes off me), moved your hand over top of the tray, and opened your fingers...Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop. I know, I know. If I laugh hysterically every time I try to discipline you, or tell you not to do something, it might not work as well as I'd like, but that really cracked me up.
Of course, since you got such a reaction, and you love to be included in all jokes, you did it again. Then, you giggled hysterically at yourself. So, of course, I had to laugh some more...and again...and again...and again. Just for future reference, there is a certain time frame to funny stuff, sweetie, and by the 20th time or so, almost everything funny, ceases to be funny anymore.
I Love You,
Mommy
There is no way that I can explain to someone who wasn't sitting at our dinner table tonight how funny you are. I can be so stressed out, and be ready to scream and go into Ugly Mommy Mode, and then you do something that makes me almost fall off my chair laughing. You must have grown overnight, because suddenly, and without warning, you are now able to pull things down off the dining room table and the kitchen counter. This is not funny - at all. So after you pulling down dirty plates, papers, pens, etc. I was starting dinner out cranky. Then you started the whining. Dylan, you know I can't take the whining.
By about the third thing I gave you, (peas), I guess you were starting to get bored. I turned to look at you, and caught you with your hand in mid air, just about to drop a whole handful of peas on the floor. I snarled, "Hey!", and gave you "The Eyebrows", and you sharply inhaled, went "Ooooohh!", and slowly, (while not taking your eyes off me), moved your hand over top of the tray, and opened your fingers...Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop. I know, I know. If I laugh hysterically every time I try to discipline you, or tell you not to do something, it might not work as well as I'd like, but that really cracked me up.
Of course, since you got such a reaction, and you love to be included in all jokes, you did it again. Then, you giggled hysterically at yourself. So, of course, I had to laugh some more...and again...and again...and again. Just for future reference, there is a certain time frame to funny stuff, sweetie, and by the 20th time or so, almost everything funny, ceases to be funny anymore.
I Love You,
Mommy
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