The other night, Merritt and I had a discussion about how mommies make milk for their babies (our dog had puppies) It went like this...
Merritt: how do moms make milk
Me: God makes moms special so that we can feed our babies
Merritt: Where does the milk come from?
Me: well God lets mommies make milk
Merritt: I know but where does the milk come cout of?
Me: well............................... it comes from a mommies breast, that is how I fed you
Merritt: ......... that is disgusting, I think I am going to hurl!
Monday, September 24, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
another Merrittism
"Mom when I get it threeith (a new way to say third) grade, can I have a new gun?"
Merritts birthday dinner
On the way home from the hockey game the other night, I told Merritt that for his birthday he could choose any place he wanted to go eat for his birthday. Before the word came out of my mouth, he siad "mc Donalds". I siad no, ANY place you want to go, like The Roadhouse, Chillis, whereever, "Mc Donalds" was his reply. "Merritt you don't understand, this is any place you want to go." Merritt says "Don't you people listen to me" I guess we will be heading to McDonalds come tuesday!
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