Gabriel: Mom, that's a lot of groceries.
Me: Yep. You guys eat a lot.
Gabriel: Yeah. I eat a lot and I drink a lot. It means.... I'm pregnant.
Elijah (referring to the baby in my tummy): Is he awake in there?
Me: Yes he is, he's wiggling around.
Elijah (holding a toy truck): I want to give him this truck. (He moves as if to put the truck down my shirt.)
Me: No, we can't do that.
Elijah: Why? The baby will eat it?
Me: No, there is just no way to get it inside where the baby is.
Elijah (thinking): Why don't you eat it?
Me: laughing too hard to respond
Gabriel (in response to me nagging him about picking up his toys): Mom, you are making me crazy!
Me: The feeling is mutual.
Gabriel: Yeah, the feeling is cereal!
Elijah (crying): Mom! Gabe take my truck!
Me (busy in kitchen): Just a second, I think you're okay.
Elijah: I am not okay! Gabe take my truck I said!
Gabriel (referring to the woman in the pew in front of us at church): Mom, that is a lot of hair. That it is a big head. Mom, I can't see.
Elijah: Mom, you okay?
Me: I'm okay. I'm just not feeling good today. My tummy hurts.
Elijah: Oh. Do I smell bad?
Gabriel (in response to Elijah refuting something Gabe said): Well, my name is Gabriel and I start with “G” so yes it is.
Elijah: P P P P P P Y spells puppy.
Keep these coming. I just love reading these. Kids are so cute.
ReplyDeleteBuahahaha! Priceless.
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