Tuesday, January 16, 2007

It's official: I have the emotional maturity of an 8th grader - especially when my blood sugar is low

*** Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

ITTYBIT: (all wide eyed on the porch) What was that noise?

MOMMY: It's just your dad, he's in the kitchen pounding his meat. Why don't you go tell him to stop. It's too loud and we can't read.

ITTYBIT: (runs to the kitchen) DAAAAAD, STOP POUNDING YOUR MEAT!!!!

DADDY: Did your mommy tell you to say that?

ITTYBIT: Yep. (runs back to the porch).

ITTYBIT: Mommy? Are you crying?

MOMMY: No honey, I'm just laughing really hard.

8 comments:

wordgirl said...

I refuse to ask if it was salami. Nope...won't do it.

toyfoto said...

Sadly, it was merely boneless chicken breast for his version of chicken- curry-picata ...

stefanierj said...

Oh, the next time we have chicken breast, I am SO using this.

BlogWhore said...

that meat reference is glaring me in the face. but i'll sidestep it.

funny stuff.

kimmyk said...

oh dear.

LOL.

Gail said...

I wonder what Ittybit will say the next time she hears loud banging...

Trish said...

That is hilarious! You have me uncontrollably giggling as quietly as possible in the dark at 11:18 PM.

ECR said...

Children are at their best when we can use them for our amusement. LMAO