Showing posts with label Brendan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brendan. Show all posts
Sunday, January 31, 2016
QOTD by B...
Me: "B, I don't think I saw your report card. I need to see your report card."
B: "Mom, you do not want to see it."
Me: "Why? What's it going to tell me?"
B: "MOM, you DO NOT want to see it!"
Me: "Why? What's it going to tell me? You were bad?"
Shakes his head in agreement.
QOTD by B...
QOTD by B who I had just told would have to wait for breakfast because I was putting a load of laundry in the washing machine~
"Why don't you be a parent for once?"
His sister fed him. Kid is lucky I let her.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Loud Talker
At Christmas every year we have the kids do a grab for each other. We try to keep which child got which a secret. Inevitably it starts to slip out by Christmas. This year I was shopping for one of the grab gifts with Brendan & Audrey. Brendan mentioned to me who had him. When I asked him how he knew his response was, "you talk loud, mommy." Apparently I ruined his surprise!
Friday, November 25, 2011
Brendanism
While watching all the Black Friday commercials last night...
Me: "Brendan, what do you want for Christmas?"
Him: "Everything."
Me: "Brendan, what do you want for Christmas?"
Him: "Everything."
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Boyisms...
While my mother was on the telephone at my house the other day, I was trying to listen to her conversation so that I would be able to help her if necessary. I had asked Brendan to stop talking several times. Here is how the conversation proceeded...
Me: "Can you stop talking? Do you ever stop talking?"
Him: "Sorry, I have a mouth."
Today all the kids were playing in the Kulik's yard across the street. All were rolling down their front lawn. Patrick stopped at one point and lied in the grass. While lying there I asked him to get up so he didn't get any ticks. I told him that if he didn't get up and got ticks who would remove them because I wasn't. His response:
"You have to, your my mother."
Me: "Can you stop talking? Do you ever stop talking?"
Him: "Sorry, I have a mouth."
Today all the kids were playing in the Kulik's yard across the street. All were rolling down their front lawn. Patrick stopped at one point and lied in the grass. While lying there I asked him to get up so he didn't get any ticks. I told him that if he didn't get up and got ticks who would remove them because I wasn't. His response:
"You have to, your my mother."
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