Mom, upon finding scissors with crusty boogers on them: Aidan, did you cut up boogers with the scissors?
Aidan: They're not boogers. They're bloody boogers.
Mom: Why were you cutting them up with the scissors?
Aidan: Because I didn't want to leave them on the towel that was hanging over there.
Mom: Aidan, go clean the scissors. (Mom exits and puts all towels in sight in the laundry.)
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It sort of sounds like pirate-talk, "I'll cut the bloody boogers in half!" Hilarious.
Oh yes the joys of parenting boys!
How do they come up with this? The mind of a boy is a mystery to me:)
Now that definitely tops anything my girls have thought up. So far, anyway.
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