Archive for October, 2009

I get it from my Mom

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

Upon enjoying my margarita a wee bit too much during dinner, the following conversation ensued…

Me: So, do you like me drunk or sober?

Bryan: I like you drunk pretty well.

Me: You could *SO* take advantage of me right now.

Bryan: So…how is that different from any other time?

Funny: Recap

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

My Mom to me after my Chinese class:   So, how did it go?

Me:   Ni hao! Wo jiao shen mo ming zi  Shi Rui Si. (note, this is typed without any of the proper accent thingies)

My Mom:   Did you just cuss me out?

Me:   No…probably…yes.  Who knows?

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You know you’re children have been doing too much Starfall (great early literacy website for kids) when you hear:

Drew (6 year old son) singing:  The big hit went into the mit. Can you hear short ‘i’ in it?  The big hit went into the mit.  Can you hear short ‘i’ in it? {And after the song was over, he would say in a high, adult voice} “Click on me and I will sing it again for you.”

Drew: Making and audible clicking sound and ‘clicking’ the air.

Repeat about SIX TIMES.

After the last round of the song with his imitation of the lady saying the last part (you can click here to hear the actual song I am talking about),…

Malyn shouts out: CLICK!

Drew:  Starting to repeat the song.

Malyn, interrupting: NO DREW, I CLICKED THE GREEN ARROW TO GO TO THE NEXT SONG!

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And for those of you who didn’t catch this on my Twitter or Facebook:

My Mom’s beloved, loyal (albeit very ugly) dog was hit by a car and died last week in front of my parents’ house.  We happened to be over there when it occurred and my Mom was up in her bedroom crying.  Malyn, my four year old daughter, was sitting on the bed with my Mom and she patted her back and said, “Don’t worry Memaw, you’re old and you’ll die soon, too.”

She is such a comfort, that girl.

The most hilarious part of this is that my mother answered her, giggling through her tears, “Well…can’t I at least have a couple of weeks before I go?”

And Malyn answered, “Sure, Memaw, sure.” as she patted her back.