Kid Conversations {vol. 2}

While at ballet camp waiting for Brielle's class to be done and theirs to start, Kendall and her bff have spent the week writing lyrics and choreographing a dance to it.  Nearing the end of their long practice,

Kendall: This is too much hard work.

Hannah: Kendall, this is for the Lord!

Kendall:  Let's take a water break.

Hannah:  Ok

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When settling down into bed,

Brielle:  I'm scared!

Kendall (irritated): There's no reason to be scared.  There are two people here..... me.....and God!

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Disclaimer:  This following conversation contains adults only, but it sure was funny!

While vacationing with the in-laws, Gabe lost his balance on the water slide (that he had already slid down with Brielle in his lap for like 83 times) and hit his rear end on the grate at the bottom of the pool...

Gabe (laughing, as always) :  I got a big ole bruise on my butt!

Mother-in-law:  Gabe! That could give you trouble for the rest of your life!

Me:  Way to be positive there, Vickie.

Father-in-law:  Well here's the positive note...at least if it's the rest of your life you don't have long to suffer.

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Brielle:  Mom, what's for dinner?

Me: hot dog with no bun, corn...

Brielle (using her daily "hate" trick that I don't fall for):  I don't like anything yellow.

Me (outsmarting her), downcast, horrified face and voice:  I guess you can't drink lemonade anymore.

<5 for="" pause="" second="" turning="" wheels="">~5 second pause for turning wheels~

Brielle:  I drink pink lemonade.

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Kid Conversations {vol.1}

Brielle: Know what next color hair dad is going to have...gray!

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Upon learning that Brielle drank her blue Gatorade while she was gone at school, Kendall yelled: Uugh, what a rip off!!

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Six months after Mommy had Brielle's hair chopped at her ears to keep her from twirling it into knots and thus breaking it off stand by strand,

Brielle:  Grandpa twirled his hair.  That's why he doesn't have any.

Think I got my point across.

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Brielle: Gigi used to be a teacher.  She told me.
Mommy:  That's right.  She taught high school.  The big kids.
Brielle: Yeah, but then she got fired.
Mommy: Fired??
Brielle:  Yeah, she told me.
Mommy:  What does fired mean??
Brielle:  To lose your job.

Note:  There is no evidence to support Brielle's claims that Gigi was ever fired.

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Kendall (avid Full House fan): We don't want to clean up.  We're not Danny Tanner.

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Brielle, spitting bubbles into the bathtub,:  That's the spit I didn't need.

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Brielle:  I kissed Ethan on the lips.

Kendall: oooooh!  When are you getting married?

Brielle:  Tomorrow at school.

Brielle Conversations {vol. 4}

While getting out of the bathtub, a hairband fell into the toilet.  Wanting to be a good example given Brielle's history of flushing random objects (remember the lodged bouncy ball that cost us a new toilet??), Mommy decided to wait and flush the dang band when she wasn't around.

Brielle:  Uh-oh.  There's a hairband in the potty. You gonna have to get it out.

Mommy (proud of her parenting skills used on the obviously effective bouncy ball fiasco):  That's right, we only flush poo poo, tee tee and toilet paper down the potty.

Brielle:  ...And Nemo.

Mommy just got one-upped by a almost three-year-old.

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While getting onto the potty, Brielle lost her balance before quickly regaining control.

Brielle: Whew!  I was almost Nemo!!

(Not sure about all the correlations to Nemo, considering I've never shown her the movie that I can recall.)

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While looking together at a picture,

Brielle: Look Kendall!  You wearing eye muffs!

Kendall: Brielle, those are called sunglasses.

Brielle Conversations {vol.3}

Even though Brielle now hates the feeling of a dirty diaper (she usually strips down necked), she's not ready to use the big girl potty yet.  While at home with Daddy this weekend, she had a dirty diaper and began her signature wide-stance waddle to the bedroom for a change. Turning and looking at Daddy,

Brielle: Dis is how I do it.

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I lean over to kiss Brielle on the head.

Brielle: Mo-om! You're messing up my mane!

Me: Messing up your mane?!

Brielle:  Yeah, Simba says that.

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In a conversation about swimming,

Brielle:  I don't know how to do that yet.

Me:  You can't?

Brielle:  No, but Daddy is going to practice me how.

Brielle Converstaions {vol. 2}

While attempting to screw the lid back on her water bottle with little luck,

Brielle:  Come on, dude!

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On the eve of the Arctic blast that is hitting us sweet Southerners as I type,

Brielle: It little cold today??

Mommy:  Yes, it's a little cold today.

Brielle:  It BIG cold tomorrow!

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Mommy noticing Brielle picking her nose :  Brielle, what are you doing?

Brielle:  Chasing a booger.

Brielle Conversations {vol. 1}

When Mommy gets her camera out,

Brielle running up with a silly grin: Mommy, cheese me!!

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Last week Daddy stayed home from work with Brielle since she was a little under the weather.  When she woke up they walked into the kitchen...

Daddy:  Which cereal do you want for breakfast?

Brielle:  Cookies!

Daddy:  We don't eat cookies for breakfast.

Brielle: No, ME eat cookies.

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Mommy: Brielle, why did you spit that tomato out on Mommy's new rug??

Brielle, very sarcastically: Sorry!!