"Sorry I pooped on the rug. I started to hop and it just turded out."
Fin is running around naked before her bath and I remarked that she has her father's posterior.
"Dad, what does your butt look like?"
"Apparently, it looks like yours."
"Except hairier?"
Friday, May 10, 2013
Me: What makes someone a good momma?
Fin: Loving their child and wanting to take care of it.
Me: Anything else?
Fin: Nope. That's it.
Our Howard is a black Chihuahua who is very long (longer than his breed should be) in the body.
This morning Fin casually observed, "How, you look like a hot dog. A little black, burned up hot dog."
I am nagging Finley to finish her dinner so I can give her her medicine.
ME [hollering from other room]: Are you eating in there?
FIN: Dang. Outsmarted by an old woman.
ME: I certainly hope you are not referring to me.
FIN: ...never mind!
Apparently we have reached the age in which Momma singing Busy A Move and, you know, busting a little move causes my kid to roll her eyes, heave a huge sigh and leave the room.
I can't wait till the next time we're in a crowded public place together.
This morning Fin made it clear I wasn't being gentle enough as I fixed her hair.
"OW! Mom! I'm about to breathe fire over here!"
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Find it ironic that I fell down a rabbit hole this morning of researching colleges for my 5.5 year old when she's home sick from pre-k for about the 247th time this year.
