dinner conversation

J: All the peoples' heads are stuck on their heads.
M: You mean they don't come off?
J: No.
M: That's good.
J: Yeah. If they come off you couldn't see things.
M: That wouldn't be good.
J: If you don't have a head then you just have feet and arms. Then if you just have feet and arms and you can't see where you're going then you fall down.

*****

J: Mommy, Auntie Angela's boys don't eat chicken.
M: No?
J: No. So I don't want to eat chicken either.

*****

T: (after biting his finger while eating dinner) Owie...
M: you kiss it, kiss it better!
T: No.
J: Mommy?
M: Yes?
J: When little tiny kids get owies, then their big mommies and daddies kiss it better.
M: Oh yeah.
J: So you have to do that to Tennyson!!

Comments

Ange said…
You guys have the cutest conversations!
December 12, 2008 at 1:40 PM
Q&L said…
That's the best line!!..."all the people's heads are stuck on their heads"...So great!!
December 12, 2008 at 2:57 PM
Tiffany said…
lol. I know, she's hilarious. Except when she refers to me as her "big mommy."
December 12, 2008 at 4:16 PM
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