(1) boobs are in my butt and fart is in my boobs.
(2) boobs are in my butt.
(4) fart on me.
I found those comments in my spam filter. I usually find them annoying, but I have to admit, I did laugh a little this time. Apparently, some of my readers are still in grade school.
In other news, the Little Monkey has been calling her older sister, Boo-Boo. I have no idea why. The Little Monkey makes these adorable faces when she say things like: “I want my daddy.” “Don’t call me little monkey.” “I’m not cute.” “I thought you were mad at me.”
The Little Monkey says the cutest things. But it’s my son that cracks me up:
I’m warning you, mommy. Don’t kiss me again. (my favorite)
I don’t want to eat lunch. It’s nasty.
Do you want a knuckle sandwich? (my bad)
[Spiderboy to Little Monkey] You’re too noisy. I’m going to have to eat you.
[Spiderboy to a sales clerk] Talk to the hand! (ooops, me again)