Monday, April 20, 2009

I Think They Have a Future In Politics...

Dinner last night at our house:

Children: Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday, STINKY-DIAPERHEAD, Happy Birthday to you!

Mom: That doesn't sound very nice.

Silence.

Children: Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, BOOGER BRAIN! Happy Birthday to you!

Mom (every child knows this mother-warning tone): C-h-i-i-i-l-d-r-r-r-e-e-e-e-n.....

Children: Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday, LITTLE POOPY BUTT, Happy Birthday to you!

Mom: Okay, the next person who sings something ugly is going to try the new purple soap to clean those ugly words right out of her mouth.

Silence. Whispered consultation.

Children: Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday, SKINNY MOMMY! Happy Birthday to you!

5 comments:

Becky said...

They finally got it right!!! Happy Birthday to you skinny and pretty Wendy! Isaac has gotten in the habit of asking how old people are. He does this to the very young and the very old. We've tried to stop him or apologize for him when propriety fails to step in. But really, everyone asks him how old he is. He probably thinks it's just an opening statement. "I'm three! How old are you?" So, I won't ask how old you are, I'll just get it out of Isaac later.

Krio Tity said...

SOunds like the kids know much about teamwork. I like that they consulted among themselves before they change the song.
Belated Happy Birthday to you, Wendy!

tren said...

Your children crack me up!

The Patience of Job said...

You don't know me, but I follow your blog. I love how you write and I thoroughly enjoy the things your children say. Thank you for brightening my days--especially when I need it :)

Megan B said...

Oh'!! What a bunch of crack ups! Those little imps...