Two different conversations overheard in the car today on our very short commute home from school...
Nine: We had two different colored balls, but neither one of them was blue.
I can only assume that he was talking about playground balls at recess. Because I have a twisted mind and I'm very immature, I found this sentence hilarious.
Twelve: Aw, look at that cute little kid playing in his yard.
With a very large stick.
Which he's wielding like a giant sword.
Yikes. His parents might want to consider anger management classes or something.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my kids are as weird as their mother.