So, instead of dwelling on the meltdowns, let's focus on something funny, what do you say? Welcome to this week's edition of Das Not Funny! Friday. What is Das Not Funny! Friday? Well, I'm so glad you asked. Each Friday I compile all the funny things my kids have said or done into one funny as tarnation post. It's called Das Not Funny because our second daughter, Ashlee, usually says "Das not funny Mommy!" whenever I giggle at her unintended humor. Thus, this blogapolooza was born. Won't you join with me and create your own Das Not Funny! Friday post? You don't have to have funny kids or kids at all to play. Just tell us all about the funny stuff that happened to you this week (or that you saw someone else doing but please keep it anonymous as to not embarrass them, that is, unless you mother them). Then, link back here to this post. After you've done those two things enter all your info into MckLinky (Oh yay! A new linking system! Woot!) Let's begin, shall we?
After arriving home from our insane trip late Sunday night I asked my friend Grace to come over on Monday morning so that I could go to my women's Bible study. I like to
While at Bible study I get the following text from Grace, "Ashlee just ran through the house yelling, 'Gwace! Help! Ders a croc-dile poopin' in the baffroom! I can hear him in da air vent!"
Then, upon arriving home I find out that the kids highlighted the dog's head accidentally on purpose. I also found out that Ashlee (who was suppose to be using the bathroom) was found stark naked in the bathroom putting post-it notes on the wall with chapstick.
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While at my Dad's one evening, I thought it would be a great idea for my Dad to help Lucas shoot his beebee gun. Lucas is all about guns and I knew it would be the highlight of his trip. So, my sister filled up a styrofoam cup with water and set it just on the other side of the driveway, about 10 feet away. My Dad sat behind Lucas and began showing him how to aim. It went something like this:
Grandpa: "Okay, Lucas. Look at that cup of water. We are gonna shoot it and make it peepee."
(As a sidenote, clearly my Dad raised me and knew innately of my kids' obession with bathroom behaviors.)
Lucas: *giggling* "Otay, we gonna make da cup pee!"
Grandpa: "Okay, are you looking at the cup?"
Lucas: (Looking at a bug about 6 inches from him) "Ooooh! Let's shoot da bug!"
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My uncle has a horse farm and on it my cousin and her family have a small pony called Petey. To say that my kids LOVE Petey would be like saying that it would be convienent for them to breathe. Love is a bit of an understatement if you catch my drift. Since we stayed at the horse farm while we were there, Luke lovingly took the kids each and every morning to see Petey. All week Elizabeth referred to Petey as a "she." I gently reminded her that Petey was indeed a "he" but she didn't seem to catch on. Then, one afternoon after we had ridden Petey until he was about to pass out, Elizabeth and I took Petey brushed him, watered him and were leading him back to his stall. Suddenly, Petey decided to prove to Elizabeth that he was, indeed, a boy. She took note and said, "Huh? I guess I know now that Petey SURE IS a boy. Wow!" Sometimes seeing is believing.
So there you go folks. Das Not Funny! Friday from your's truly. Won't you join me? I'm guessing that MckLinky works very similarly to that other linking system I used previously. In fact, I'll try it out first to see. Happy Friday everyone!