Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Don't touch the remote!


We were in the living room watching TV together.  
My son was on the loveseat and I was on the couch when I got up to get a drink from the kitchen.   
The dog jumped on the couch and sat on the remote inadvertently changing the channel to a station that was playing a Victoria Secret commercial.  
Devon yells “YES!” 
I look at the TV and see the half naked model in her undies and so I run from the kitchen to get the remote so that I may quickly change the channel.  
As I do, Devon dives onto the couch shielding the remote with his body yelling “Yes! Boobs!”  
Hey Victoria! … it’s no longer a secret, thanks a lot.

You're a Wooty!

The other night we were preparing to go out to my son's basketball awards ceremony when I came downstairs and asked "Son, do I look okay?

He smiled at me with a sweet and endearing look on his face and replied "Mom, you look beautiful.  You're a wooty."

"Devon?" I asked "What in the heck is a wooty" to which he matter-of-factly responded "A white girl with a booty!"


"Devon!" I exclaimed, "that is totally inappropriate!" and as much as I tried to keep a straight face I could not hold back my giggle and gave in "But awe... that is so sweet!" 

Kids know how to make your day!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Taco Night!

This one is a shorty but totally cracked me up..

Got home from work and decided to make tacos for dinner.

I get out the meat and put it in the skillet, chop the tomatoes and shred the cheese.

While the meat was cooking I decided to sit down and go through the mail, my son walks in and says "Hey ma, watcha doin?"

"Goin thru the mail" I replied. "Hey Dev," I ask . "Can you please stir the meat for me?"

"Sure!" he answered sounding especially perky...

Out of the top of my eye I see movement so I glance up to see him standing there with one hand on his head and the other in the air, while he is moving his hips around in a circle, hoola-hoop style.

"Devon!" I exclaim.

"Mom" he says and looks at me as if I were the crazy one... "You told me to stir the meat!"