Surely not my bright and articulate children!
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Maren: "I know a singer that has your name, Papa. Not your nickname, but your real name. Her name is Elizabeth Mitchell."
Mitch: "Yes, you're right."
Mitch: "Yes, you're right."
Maren: "You have a nickname.... Did I ever have any nicknames?"
Mel: "When you were a baby, I used to call you Boober."
Maren: "You did?!" (uproarious laughter issues forth from both children)
Mel: "Yep."
Malcolm: (giggling) "Did you call me Pooper, too?"
Mel: "Not Pooper! Boober!"
Malcolm: "Did you call me that because I had a lot of poop?"
Mel: "Not Pooper! Boober!"
Maren: "Pooper!"
Mel: "No, Boober!"
Malcolm and Maren: "Pooper!"
Mel: "This is not appropriate for the dinner table, guys."
Malcolm and Maren: "Pooper!" (both completely dissolve into I-can't-go-on laughter)
Mel: "When you were a baby, I used to call you Boober."
Maren: "You did?!" (uproarious laughter issues forth from both children)
Mel: "Yep."
Malcolm: (giggling) "Did you call me Pooper, too?"
Mel: "Not Pooper! Boober!"
Malcolm: "Did you call me that because I had a lot of poop?"
Mel: "Not Pooper! Boober!"
Maren: "Pooper!"
Mel: "No, Boober!"
Malcolm and Maren: "Pooper!"
Mel: "This is not appropriate for the dinner table, guys."
Malcolm and Maren: "Pooper!" (both completely dissolve into I-can't-go-on laughter)
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