Forgive the Cheez-It teeth.
How can you tell if your baby is German?
Esther: Open die fridge. Put die milk back in.
Esther: I can’t reach it!
Mama: What are you reaching for?
Esther: Die fan.
Clara: “Mama did you know we have a crack in our booty?”
Mama: “Yes!”
Clara: “That’s how God made it. And He made our eyes and our ears and our mouth and our nose and our hair and our head. But I made my bracelet.”
Lily: Was this kitchen all Daddy’s before you got married?
Mama: Yep.
Lily: And was there not a lot of food in it? Did all you see was Macaroni and Spaghetti when you came?
Mama: Ha!
Lily: I wish I liked more foods. Then I wouldn’t complain about it.
Mama: 🙁
My youngest daughter uses the mein, as in, “mein dolly, mein dog, mein bow.” She also says yours, as in, “here is yours apple”
LOL!!!
TOO FUNNY!!!
Here was ours from today (the children are at Grandma and Grandpa’s this week without us) over the phone:
Me: What did you eat for lunch today?
Buddy: A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a granola bar, and lots of chips and popcorn.
Me: That sounds like a tasty lunch.
Buddy (very cheerfully): Yep. And one you would never let me have!
🙂
Thanks for the laughs,
Lea
That is soooo funny! Keep those posts coming to cheer up our days with your lives!! I remember when we went up there when it was still “daddy’s kitchen”
Katy, I’m glad to know I’m not the only one living with a German baby!
Lea, Thank the Lord for Grandparents! Our poor children! 🙂
Fafa, I look back at pictures of this kitchen when it was still “daddy’s” and think “Man it was so CLEAN!”