Ouch!

Breanna just walked in crying, two seconds after she left the room. I finally got her to say, "I hurt my nose." I said, "With the bag?" (She was carrying a paper bag.) She said, "No, with the wall."

Oh. Well, the wall will do that - just reach out and bang your nose.

Balls

Breanna has girl stuffed animals (if they're pink) and boy stuffed animals (anything else, eg an elephant). Don't worry, this isn't leading exactly where you think.

She was playing catch with Shane with a bean-bag type ball, and also a bouncy ball. She took the bean-bag type ball and tossed it to a pink bear and told Shane, "You can't have that one. Only girls have squishy balls."

Someday she'll know why Daddy and I laughed at that, but hopefully not for a long time.

Recent Funnies

Breanna's hand was up by her face and I automatically said, "Breanna, stop biting your nails." She said, in all seriousness, "I'm not biting my nails. I'm picking my nose."

At breakfast, I had several pancake bites left, but I was stuffed. Breanna offered me a bite of hers and I politely refused, saying how full I was. She said, "Mommy, eat one more bite and then you can get down." Guess she's heard that a few times.

One evening, she wanted more milk and she told me she "drunk" all her milk. I said, "Drank. You drank all your milk." She said, "Drunk. Drunk is the Spanish word for Drink." Then she followed it up with, "Drink-o. Drink-a."