Conversations in the car

Squishy while investigating her leg: “I can’t find my booboo.”
Me: “You can’t, is it all better now?”
Squishy: “No, my booboo is broken.”

==============================================

Crazy: “I’m tired.”
Me: “You can lie down when we get home.”
Crazy: “Can I ride my bike when we get home?”
Me: “I thought you said you were tired?”
Crazy: “Well no Mom, I’m not tired in the garage, I’m only tired when we get to the apartment.”

=============================================

Squishy: “hfhvhdjsiwjdhfnvncjdj”
Me: “Pardon?”
Squishy: “hfhvdjfjwidhfndmdkwjenf”
Me: “One more time Sweetie.”
Squishy: “jfjvdjdkdjfnvhdjsksjd”
Me: “Ohhhh, you took your shoes off”
Squishy: “Yes” followed by deep sigh of exhaustion, while dropping her head into her hands, as if trying to make me understand was more tiring than running a 100 m dash.

======================================

Advertisements

What are your thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s