ACH HOO
"Mom I need a tissue" says Tate from the backseat.
"We are almost home, hun. Get you one in a second." Me
"It's too late mom."Tate
"Why is it too late?"Me
"I ate it." Tate
EWWWWWWW
"Why would you eat a booger?" Me (yea, I really asked THE question)
"Well, it was a talking booger." Tate
"And what did it say?" ME (yea, I couldn't resist)
"It was saying, Eat me Tate, Eat me."
"UMM, Well, we shouldn't listen to everything that talking boogers tell us, Tate."
And folks, I said it with a straight face.
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you are pretty darn funny, you know, had me laughing out loud. that takes some doing. i see you are going to give me a run for my money in the funnybone department, keep me on my toes.
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i hate taking out the trash too. and changing lightbulbs. i think those are totally "guy" jobs. i think it's the only reason God created men. i can't think of any other, can you?
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if you write the screenplay, i think people would pay money to see The Talking Booger at the cinema. i'm not sure what genre you would aim for. comedy? horror?
I think I would go with SCI FI...I mean the BLOB was a hit, right?
ReplyDeleteCuteness to the power of infinity. Both of you. :)
ReplyDeleteSo I guess that justifies it then! Kids are so funny - and gross!
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