
I Pooped a Helicopter
Warning: We’re in potty-training mode. This morning Joseph, sitting backwards on the toilet (thus affording a good view of his man-sized efforts), says,
“Mom! I pooped a helicopter! Look!”
“Awesome.”
(Grunts) “Mom! it’s a bear face!”
“Super.”
(More grunts) “Mommy! A lighthouse!”
“A lighthouse?!”
I really did think about taking photos of this one, but lucky for you all, I didn’t. I did record the Potty Success! celebration.
Before which Joseph said,
“I want to go to Colorado and tell Uncle Andrew and Uncle Matt ‘potty success!’.”
Nuts
In the car, Joseph is yelping. Noah, who is driving, says, “Joseph! Stop it, you are driving me nuts!”
“I’m not, daddy, you don’t have any nuts.”
Where Joseph’s Questions Come From
Joseph says to Noah, “Are those lights on?”
“Now you can tell if those lights are on or not. Where does a question like that come from?”
“My throat.”
Sure, what else?
Joseph: What’s that noise?
Grandma: It’s water boiling. It gets very hot when it boils.
Joseph: It’s for the wolves….
Grandma to Grandpa: As in “The Three Little Pigs.”
Grandma Can’t Win!
“Joseph, did you pick my tomatoes?”
“I did.”
“Please don’t do that.” (with sad face)
“I want to sing you a song and maybe that will help you cool off.”
(Trying not to laugh) “Okay.”
“It is ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star'” and Joseph starts to sing….
My Buns
Joseph was curled up on the floor this morning, whimpering.
“Joseph, what’s the matter?”
“My buns hurt. I have diaper rash.”
“Well, come on, let’s go change your diaper and put on some Desitino.”
“My buns are crying.”
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