Rabble-rouser Ramblings

Every once in a great while, my kids say something sorta funny.


Mali, age 16: I hate driving. It makes my feet hurt.



Me (to Simon): Today, Max gets a bath. Tomorrow, you get a bath.


Simon, age 8, channeling Oprah and making the correct hand gestures: You get a bath! And you get a bath! Everyone’s getting baths!


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While playing “dinosaur,” Max, age 5 (to Grandad): I’ll punch t-rex in the penis.


Note to self: Buy father-in-law a protective cup.


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Mee Maw: We can each make one bodypart (out of Play-Doh) and then we’ll put them all together.


Max: I’ll make the chest hair.


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Max: I don’t like Delaware momma.


Me: Why?


Max: Some of my friends are from there.


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After watching a clean Lonely Island video, Max: Do you think I’m a charity case? You can’t buy me hot dog man.


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After losing to his sister playing Wii Sports Resort Dogfight and Slicer


Me (to Max): Why exactly did I put you in time out?


Max: Because I took the remote and I THREW IT ON THE GROUND!


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My husband: Max, if you don’t brush your teeth, you will have no screen time tomorrow.


Max: Why you illin’ B?


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Max: That was Mommy.


My husband: That was not Mommy.


Max: Yes, it was. Mommy just took a galactic fart.


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