Ellen (who lives for anything with sugar in it): I want some medicine.
Me: You don't need medicine. You're perfectly well.Ellen: Yeah I do! I hurt, because I need medicine.
Me, to Ellen, every morning: Would you like some breakfast?
Ellen, every morning: No. I want some candy.
Me: You smell like maple syrup. Your face looks sticky. Were you drinking syrup?
Ellen: Yeah. In a cup I was!
Adam, saying our family prayer: And please bless Sister Lindsey, that she will . . . survive. (Before the prayer, Peter said, "Don't forget to pray for Sister Lindsey. She just had surgery, and it was pretty serious.")
Adam: Could you wash my hands?
Me: OK. Are you sure you don't want any more food?
Adam: I don't want any more. I'm full.
Ellen: Yeah you do! You have to have some more lunch!
Adam: No! I don't! And I know, because it's my body. And I have my body glued to me.
Me: Wow. What kind of glue did you use?
Adam: HEAVENLY FATHER glued my body to me.
Adam: Mom, can you read these poems to me?
Me: Sure.
Adam: 'Cause, I just wrote random letters, so, I'm not really sure what it says.
Adam, to Peter: Well, I just think it's kind of weird that Mother's Day is always on Sunday, 'cause, ya know, not all mothers are born on Sunday.
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Funny, funny, funny, funny. Thanks for sharing - made my night.
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Those last three really got me going. I like the poems Adam wrote. Good luck deciphering his random letters into poems.
so cute! loved the "glue" explaination!
As long as Sister Lindsey's spirit doesn't come unstuck, she should be fine.
I mean her body. As long as her body doesn't come unstuck from her.
Sigh. Sigh. I love these so so so so much.
Oh, and I was born on a Sunday.
Hilarious!
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