Resident Comedian

My son is hilarious. 

One of the benefits of twice a week speech therapy is that we can understand the funny things he is saying.

The other night as he was helping me cook dinner, he watched as I opened a can of chili for our hot dogs and put it in a bowl to go in the microwave.  Granted it didn't look very appetizing as it plopped in it's semi congealed state from the can into the bowl, but he cracked me up when he said, "That looks like poop."

I assured him it was not poop. 

Later, as his daddy was about to take a bite of his fully loaded hot dog, The Boy said, "Daddy, you like that poop?"

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The Boy:  "Mommy, your head hurts?"

Me:  "No."

The Boy:  "Not yet."

That one had me concerned for quite some time about what exactly he had planned for me and my head later in the day!

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I had my hair pulled back in a ponytail.  The Boy was hanging  over my shoulder, his head right beside mine, when he said, "You got Grandma's hair?" 

It took me a minute to realize he was talking about where my hair is growing out at the temple, and my grey is showing.

Time to buy a new box of hair color!

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I was in the kitchen, getting out ingredients to mix up some cookies.  The Boy loves to help me cook, but I was in a hurry and he really just gets in the way and slows me down.

I tried to tell him that I didn't need his help.  His response was, "I a big boy.  Big boys cook cookies."

Guess who got to help bake cookies that day?
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And just now, as he's sitting on the floor playing with toys:

 

The Boy: "Mommy, this is broken."

 

Me:  "Oh, it's broken?"

 

The Boy:  "No, it not broken, it's fixen."