Now that Peter is getting older and trying to understand the world better he says some of the funniest things. For dinner on Sunday Scott talked me into cooking a duck. I had never cooked duck before but thought I would try it out. It came out just fine. I had it resting on the stove when Peter came into the kitchen with an accusing tone "MOM SOMEONE SHRUNK THE TURKEY, WHO SHRUNK THE TURKEY?" I thought it was funny. I tried to explain to him that it wasn't a turkey it was a duck. He immediately told me with a run on sentence that "We don't eat duck because they have blood in them and they poop eggs out of their butt's, but we can't say butt's 'cause that's a potty word."
On Sunday I wanted to prepare Peter for going into primary. I reminded him that now that he is 3 he gets to go to the big kid primary and not the baby nursery. To which he replied, "Ya I know mom. I'm a big kid now and that means I can make my own decisions!" I told him as long as he makes good decisions I'm okay with that.
The things that come out of this kids mouth. I swear I could die. Doesn't he know he's only 3?
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