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Overheard from the kids

Owen and Marcus (and Monkey)
Marcus: "He was throwing sand at me, and I told him that is TOTALLY LAME!" (pronounced: totawy wame.)
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Owen (in the car): "Is that a hiker?! Yes. It is!"
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John (drying dishes): "Erin, where should I put this new bowl?"
Erin: "Put it anywhere."
Marcus (running into the room): "You mean in your butt?!"
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Owen (in the car after a long silence): "You know, lava can easily melt snow."
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Owen: "Mom, do you know what it means when you stick your middle finger up?"
Erin: "What does it mean?"
Owen: "It means you hate God."
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Owen (struggling): "Dad, that building is so tall I want to say the c-word."
John: "Oh yeah? What word is that?"
Owen (whispering): "I mean the word 'holy crap'."
John (whispering back): "It's okay. I agree, that building is so tall that it deserves the c-word. You can say it out loud this one time."
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Erin: "You need to clean this up. Right. Now."
Marcus: "Uggghhhh! Do you want to be the mom?!....oh, wait..."

(We often have to say this to Owen when he tries to boss Marcus around. The reasoning being that if he wants to act like a mom or dad, he has to also pay the bills, clean the kitchen, etc...)
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Marcus: "Is this meat or hotdog?"
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John: "It's time to eat."
Marcus: "Awkward!" (pronounced auk-WAAADT)
Owen: "Stop saying that!"
Marcus: "Awkward!"
Erin: "Knock it off, both of you."
Marcus: "Awkward!"

(What is it with every kids show and movie trailer these days features someone saying "Awkward!" as the punchline to a joke?"
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And finally, as I was writing this post:

Owen: "Dad, you know you can use this red light at night to look at worms because worms come out at night and they do not see red light."

Comments

HAZEL + IVY said…
Those boys crack me up! I love reading these.

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