Was being lazy this morning so asked the hungry kid to go and get himself a snack. He came back to the bedroom with a loaf of bread, a cold block of butter from the fridge and a knife. Very proud of himself.
My God daughter and her folks just left. Sadness. Colin said goodbye to her parents but not to her. He just refused and said, "She needs to come back in the house." lol. Little booger.
We were informed at 5:40am that Santa had been here and it was "morningtimetowakeup!" A monumental blast of awesome gifts, big breakfast, more playing and a much needed nap...all before noon.
"Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell, Tinker all the way, used'ta laugh and call him names, Hey! Tinkerbell..." Wish he wouldn't stop singing when I turn the vid cam on him.
Trying to explain to Colin why his favorite superheroes wear their underwear on the outside of their pants. "They just do," and "No, you can't wear them to school like that" are the best I can do before coffee.
Colin has been saying, "I need to go to my birthday party!" all day. His birthday is in December. It is October. How many times and in how many ways can I explain this before my brain melts?
Picture day at school & Colin is the only boy there without slicked back hair & a button-down shirt. I was just happy he was willing to get dressed at all and then decided on a Superman t-shirt today because it represents what he actually looks like these days.
I've been saying, "What the heck" a lot lately, insead of other possible swearing, in attempt to clean up my act in front of the kid who repeats everything.
Today Colin dropped his water bottle on his foot and yelled, "What the fuckin' heck!"
At the lion exhibit at the zoo, Colin pointed to the female. "Wassat?" "That's a girl lion." I said. "The boys have a lot of hair on their heads. Girl lions don't have that hair." "Oh," said Colin. "I finked it was a tiger."
My name is Kat. I've been blogging over at JustKatStuff for about 2 years now. I write about my kid there a lot, but I have been encouraged by a friends on Facebook to start a blog which is solely devoted to the shit my kid says.
Colin is my kid. He just turned four. He says some pretty funny shit.
Just a note, in case I ever care to note it. I actually started this blog on Sunday, Jan 17th. I'm going back and scooping up shit my kid said that I posted on FB and Twitter and posting them here with their correct dates. This post will show up at the beginning.