My comical son has given us a few choice responses lately that I just had to share.
1. While sitting at the dinner table a little while back, we were having a nice conversation as a family, eating his favorite meal of Chicken and Dumplings. As we were finishing up Ryan noticed that Dad had not drank the "juice" from the bowl. This shocked him since it is his favorite part...you eat all the chicken, then you eat all the noodles and then you drink the broth from the bowl. So he questioned me about Dad not drinking it....
Ryan: Mommy, Daddy didn't drink the Dumpling juice. (insert playful tattle tailing voice)
Mommy: So? He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to.
Ryan: (Shocked) What? He should drink the juice. It's the best part!
Mommy: Well, Daddy doesn't like the chicken broth.
Ryan: Huh? (eyebrows raised and questioning look on his face) Did you say Chicken bras? I didn't know chicken's wore bras!
After the comment sank in, the entire family erupted in hysterical laughter...all but Ryan who was still wondering where bras come into the picture for Chicken and Dumplings.
Riding in the truck on the way home from a fun, but expensive trip to Target, where Ryan had to suffer through shopping, yet again.
Bria: Mom, Ryan is bugging me. He keeps humming and touching my face.
Ryan: Mom, Ryan is bugging me . He keeps humming and touching my face.
Bria: Stop copying me.
Ryan: Stop copying me.
Bria: Ugh! Stop
Ryan: Ugh! Stop
Christine: (giggling) Ugh! Stop!
Mom: STOP!
Nicki: Ryan, why do you have to be such a pest?
Bria: Cause he's a little brother (said not too pleasantly)
Ryan: Yeah! It's what we do!
Laughter erupted!
Sunday afternoon lunch.
Sitting down to a delicious home cooked lunch of TACO BELL, I begin to divvy out the food requested by each member of the family. Ryan only like meat and cheese in a soft shell tortilla. He HATES the lettuce, tomato, sour cream, beans and so forth. After eating two of his tacos this conversation happens....
Ryan: Mommy, I'm still hungry. Do I have anymore tacos?
Mommy: Nope. I only got you two. Sorry, you can eat an apple or banana though.
Daddy: Ryan, there's a taco in the middle of the table. You can have that.
Mommy to Daddy: He won't eat that.
Daddy to Mommy: Why not? It has lettuce, tomato, sour cream, meat, cheese. And it's crunchy. It's perfect.
Mommy raises eyebrows at Daddy.
Ryan looks at Daddy dumbfounded and asks : Do you even know me?
Once again....Laughter erupts!
He is such a funny little boy..and he's not even trying. That's what always brings down the house!
1. While sitting at the dinner table a little while back, we were having a nice conversation as a family, eating his favorite meal of Chicken and Dumplings. As we were finishing up Ryan noticed that Dad had not drank the "juice" from the bowl. This shocked him since it is his favorite part...you eat all the chicken, then you eat all the noodles and then you drink the broth from the bowl. So he questioned me about Dad not drinking it....
Ryan: Mommy, Daddy didn't drink the Dumpling juice. (insert playful tattle tailing voice)
Mommy: So? He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to.
Ryan: (Shocked) What? He should drink the juice. It's the best part!
Mommy: Well, Daddy doesn't like the chicken broth.
Ryan: Huh? (eyebrows raised and questioning look on his face) Did you say Chicken bras? I didn't know chicken's wore bras!
After the comment sank in, the entire family erupted in hysterical laughter...all but Ryan who was still wondering where bras come into the picture for Chicken and Dumplings.
Riding in the truck on the way home from a fun, but expensive trip to Target, where Ryan had to suffer through shopping, yet again.
Bria: Mom, Ryan is bugging me. He keeps humming and touching my face.
Ryan: Mom, Ryan is bugging me . He keeps humming and touching my face.
Bria: Stop copying me.
Ryan: Stop copying me.
Bria: Ugh! Stop
Ryan: Ugh! Stop
Christine: (giggling) Ugh! Stop!
Mom: STOP!
Nicki: Ryan, why do you have to be such a pest?
Bria: Cause he's a little brother (said not too pleasantly)
Ryan: Yeah! It's what we do!
Laughter erupted!
Sunday afternoon lunch.
Sitting down to a delicious home cooked lunch of TACO BELL, I begin to divvy out the food requested by each member of the family. Ryan only like meat and cheese in a soft shell tortilla. He HATES the lettuce, tomato, sour cream, beans and so forth. After eating two of his tacos this conversation happens....
Ryan: Mommy, I'm still hungry. Do I have anymore tacos?
Mommy: Nope. I only got you two. Sorry, you can eat an apple or banana though.
Daddy: Ryan, there's a taco in the middle of the table. You can have that.
Mommy to Daddy: He won't eat that.
Daddy to Mommy: Why not? It has lettuce, tomato, sour cream, meat, cheese. And it's crunchy. It's perfect.
Mommy raises eyebrows at Daddy.
Ryan looks at Daddy dumbfounded and asks : Do you even know me?
Once again....Laughter erupts!
He is such a funny little boy..and he's not even trying. That's what always brings down the house!
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