I’m in a mental vacuum this week.
We’re sick. We’re tired: daylight savings time has messed with the kids’ sleep schedules and left a family of horrific zombies in its wake. We’re I’m overworked with deadlines in my job.
Fortunately, my daughter is pretty funny. So she’ll be doing a guest post for me… of sorts… while I get my act together. It just so happens that I have an entire drafts folder chock full of some of the eclectic tidbits that escape from my four year-old’s mouth. So here you go: “Random conversations with Bobo, Part I.”
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“But, dad, your finger smells funny when I pull it.”
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“I don’t want to go to Babies ‘R Us. I want to go to Big Kids ‘R Us!!”
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In an excited voice: “Hey, mom, guess what?? I… uh… ummm…. arrghhhh! I forgot what I was going to say!!”
“Calm down, Bobo. I’m sure it will come to you,” I say.
“I don’t want to be calm!!” she retorts. “And I am not going to tell you what it is I wanted to say until you tell me what it is I was going to tell you!”
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“Hey, daddy… how do you spell E.T.?”
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“What did you learn in preschool today?” I ask.
“We learned about George,” Bobo answers back.
“George, who?” I say.
“You know, George,” she says, rolling her eyebrows like I’m some dolt. “The one who works with Obama?”
“You mean George Washington?” I say, finally jumping on the clue wagon.
“Uh, yeah.”
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In the car: “Um, we could really use a little mood music in here, momma.”
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After watching Peter Pan with her father: “Daddy’s going to teach me how to fly, momma!”
“Really??” I say.
“Yeah, either that, or I’ll learn how to do it at preschool.”
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“I love you to Uranus and back.” (Seriously, this one never gets old, no matter how many times I tell it.)
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Bobo, flailing spasmodically in her carseat: “Hey, momma, guess what I’m doing?”
“What, Bobo?” I ask. I’m genuinely perplexed here.
“I’m playing the air drum, and the air guitar… at the same time!”
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“No more rhymes, dad… I mean it. Hey, does anybody wanna peanut?”
This last one has got to be my favorite of all time. And, perhaps, one of the proudest moments of parenthood to-date.
You’ve got to admit, the kid has good taste in movies. And she’s funny. And a little eclectic.
I’m thinking she gets it from her dad.
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How many times has the poor girl fallen for the "pull my finger" trick? Her dad has apparently inflicted her with a serious finger phobia.Btw, Uranus. he he.
Seriously good tastes in movies – I love that line!! Well, definitely never a dull moment with a silly little one like that 🙂 She's awesome!
Your daughter wins The Most Awesome Random Remark award (which, by the way is highly coveted by people who know that I just made it up) for her most excellent Princess Bride quip.I like that girl!
Oh my goodness she is a DOLL! Listening to the funny things kids say is hands down, one of the best parts of being a mom! 🙂 Love it.
This is greatness! Love the Obama / George and the E.T. references. Isn't it the best how they can make us laugh despite any circumstances?
Uranus never gets old. <— that comment sounded a lot funnier in my head.And you're right – she is funny. Hope you guys get better! And the zombies will recover just in time for DST to be back in effect.
That is awesome. No more rhymes, I mean it. Crap, I can't think of any other rhyme than peanut. Bobo has got me beat.
She's a little firecracker! It's funny, my Mother's Day post from last year was in a similar vein – all the ways my son has accidentally insulted me, so far:http://www.lifeofsaucyb.com/2010/05/not-your-typical-mothers-day-post.html
I dread the clock changing season so much — it seems so underreported that the kids become so out of whack as to make parenting more hellish than usual. This time around, though, I was the worst. Sunday was the longest day of my life. I couldn't believe how, every time I looked at the clock, it was still not past noon!Argh! (She said no rhymes. Nothing about pirates.)
What's the tuition for her preschool? Was there a long waiting list? Who did you pay off to get her in a flying class?!
ok. the finger smells? that is perfection right there.
This makes me both excited and terrified for when Max starts talking!She is hysterical!!
Were you making her listen to Kenny G in the car??
I'm not going to tell you what I was going to comment until you tell me what I was going to tell you!
Oh, she is so very cute.