Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Wait. What?!

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.

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