My daughter says some crazy things, and she always has. In order to capture the zany attitude that my daughter possesses, I have kept record of some of the conversations that I have had with her. And of course, now I am going to share them with you.
Butt Cracks
This first one happened before she was even in school; while I was on the phone with my sister before she moved to Washington and still lived in Kansas, and I noticed that my daughter's pants had fallen down.
Me: "Honey, pull up your pants; your butt crack is showing."
My daughter, extremely offended, "My butt is NOT cracking!!!"
And my sister heard her response and still gets a chuckle off of the memory.
Babies And Where They Come From
This one happened in Kindergarten in the line waiting for school to start.
My daughter to her friend, "My Auntie told me where babies come from!"
A bunch of excited ass kids start listening avidly like she has discovered the secret of Santa Claus, and my daughter continues, "People have babies the same way chickens do!!!"
My daughter's confused friend, "But how do chickens have babies?"
My daughter, "I don't know but I'm gonna find out! They have animal books in the library."
Another kid, "We can watch Animal Planet!"
Me to the other parents who are now giving me the stink eye, "I had nothing to do with this, I swear."
Later, after school and after I explain that human babies and chicken babies really have nothing in common, she asks me again where babies come from. "You don't really want to know, honey," I say.
"Yes I do, and I'm never gonna stop asking until you tell me!" she exclaims.
"Okay, but I warned you. Babies are made when a momma sleeps with a daddy-"
"Stop! Stop!" screams my daughter, "You're disgusting! Don't talk to me anymore!"
"You asked."
"Nope. Don't talk to me."
What The Heck Are You Asking Me To Eat?
My daughter after school, more recently, probably about a few months ago.
"Mom, we need to have soupy-chicken-fish for dinner."
"What the hell is that, and whatever it is, I'm not eating that."
My daughter, giggling, "But Mom, I want spoupy-chicken fish."
"No. How about chicken?"
"Is it soupy?"
"That is disgusting."
Death By A Zombie-Spider-Octopus-Eagle-Dragon-Scorpion-Lobster-Acorn
"I made up a new monster in school today!" my daughter tells me as I pick her up and hands me a picture of some freaky thing that she imagined. "It's a zombie-spider-octopus-eagle-dragon-scorpion-lobster-acorn."
"Say that again."
"And you want to be killed by it instead of a regular old zombie."
"Um, no. Say that name again though. Really fast."
"Yes you do. Why would you want to meet a regular old zombie when you could meet this."
"I'll pass. Say that name again."
"You love zombies though. You want to be eaten by mine," my daughter says between giggles.
"No. Say the name again."
"I can't. I can't remember what was in it. I'll write it down when I get home and can look at it."
Butt Cracks
This first one happened before she was even in school; while I was on the phone with my sister before she moved to Washington and still lived in Kansas, and I noticed that my daughter's pants had fallen down.
Me: "Honey, pull up your pants; your butt crack is showing."
My daughter, extremely offended, "My butt is NOT cracking!!!"
And my sister heard her response and still gets a chuckle off of the memory.
Babies And Where They Come From
This one happened in Kindergarten in the line waiting for school to start.
My daughter to her friend, "My Auntie told me where babies come from!"
A bunch of excited ass kids start listening avidly like she has discovered the secret of Santa Claus, and my daughter continues, "People have babies the same way chickens do!!!"
My daughter's confused friend, "But how do chickens have babies?"
My daughter, "I don't know but I'm gonna find out! They have animal books in the library."
Another kid, "We can watch Animal Planet!"
Me to the other parents who are now giving me the stink eye, "I had nothing to do with this, I swear."
Later, after school and after I explain that human babies and chicken babies really have nothing in common, she asks me again where babies come from. "You don't really want to know, honey," I say.
"Yes I do, and I'm never gonna stop asking until you tell me!" she exclaims.
"Okay, but I warned you. Babies are made when a momma sleeps with a daddy-"
"Stop! Stop!" screams my daughter, "You're disgusting! Don't talk to me anymore!"
"You asked."
"Nope. Don't talk to me."
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| I'm not eating whatever that thing is, especially if it's soupy. YUCK |
My daughter after school, more recently, probably about a few months ago.
"Mom, we need to have soupy-chicken-fish for dinner."
"What the hell is that, and whatever it is, I'm not eating that."
My daughter, giggling, "But Mom, I want spoupy-chicken fish."
"No. How about chicken?"
"Is it soupy?"
"That is disgusting."
Death By A Zombie-Spider-Octopus-Eagle-Dragon-Scorpion-Lobster-Acorn
"I made up a new monster in school today!" my daughter tells me as I pick her up and hands me a picture of some freaky thing that she imagined. "It's a zombie-spider-octopus-eagle-dragon-scorpion-lobster-acorn."
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| Better than a normal zombie. |
"And you want to be killed by it instead of a regular old zombie."
"Um, no. Say that name again though. Really fast."
"Yes you do. Why would you want to meet a regular old zombie when you could meet this."
"I'll pass. Say that name again."
"You love zombies though. You want to be eaten by mine," my daughter says between giggles.
"No. Say the name again."
"I can't. I can't remember what was in it. I'll write it down when I get home and can look at it."
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