(while listening to The Scissor Sisters - Don't feel like Dancing)
"This song is NASTY!"
***
Me: "I have an idea!"
Ian: "A dangerous idea?"
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Ian: "I am five!"
Me: "No, you are still three. Then you can be four. Then five. Then six. (continues) Then 18, and you can get outta my house."
Ian: "I can go to Mommy Grandma's house?"
Me: "Sure. Whatever. You better get a job. What job will you do?"
Ian: "I will go on the garbage truck and pick up all the garbages."
Me: "Are you going to get married?"
Ian: "Yes"
Me: "Will your wife be pretty?"
Ian: "Yes."
Me: "Are you going to have any kids?"
Ian: "Yes.
Me: "How many?"
Ian: "Five"
Me: "Five kids?"
Ian: "Yes."
Me: "Boys or girls"
Ian: "Boys"
Me: "So you are gonna be a garbage man with five boys?"
Ian: "Yes. It will be lots of fun."
Me: "Good thing you are gonna live at Grandma's kiddo, because, you are gonna be poor!"
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Ian: "You are cool, Mama. And you are pretty. And you have a fat tummy. It is yiggly." (At which point he proceeds to demonstrate)
(I think I will be sending him to Mommy Grandma's a little early. )
1 comment:
hahahaha
lmao
oh Ian is so funny.....
can't believe he asked if you had a dangerous idea...so funny :)
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