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A day in the life....

Owen (walking in the door from school holding two flowers): "Mom, this one is for you and Dad to share. And this one is for an experiment."
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Marcus (from the back of the car while I was driving): "I have a penis, Owen has a penis, Daddy has a penis, but OOOOPS! Mommy does not have a penis. I guess it's a lucky day for us!"
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Owen (from the backseat):  "Mom, boys and girls are different.  Boys like things that are scary and fast and sweaty and have balls.  Girls like things that are like princesses and baby seals."
Erin: "Hmmm, why is that?"
Owen: "I don't know, but today at school I was reading a book all about sharks and one page had a shark eating a baby seal.  It was so cool and I showed it to Penelope and she thought it was sad."
Erin: "Why?"
Owen: "She really likes baby seals. But I like sharks."
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Marcus woke up at 4AM declaring that he was hungry.  I came downstairs with him and proceeded to put some cheerios in a bowl and collapse onto the couch and into my favorite blanket.  He ate all of 3 bites and joined me.  I convince him that going back to bed is the best idea.

Later...
Marcus: "Mom, wake up. I want to go downstairs"
Me:  "OK, go"
Marcus: "I want you to come"
Me: "I'm going to stay asleep"
Marcus: "OK, but I'll leave my monkey with you in case you need to snuggle her"

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mama mia said…
Love to hear these funnies :)

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