January
2014
Breeisms: already=
alldurly
rhinoceros=
rhine-a-ROSS-us!
Oh,
the humor of a 6 yr old boy...Miles is in his room singing "the pooper man
built his poop upon the rock!"
March
2014
Miles
was looking at a "Cloud Cake" (which is one of the Twinkie knock-offs from when Hostess went bankrupt) and asked why it's called Cloud Cake. I explained
that it was probably just because it had white, fluffy filling inside like a
cloud. He paused and then said it should be called "Sugary Hot Dog"
instead. Ha!
Bree's
foot must've fallen asleep because she suddenly exclaimed, "Aah! I have
BUGS on my feet! Bugs all over!" And she continued for several minutes
about the bugs on her one foot. :)
May
2014
We
were talking about poisonous spiders and whether or not a bite could actually
kill you. We said that some can, but they are probably all far away in the Amazon
somewhere. After a pause, Tess (in all seriousness) said, "but why on
earth would anyone buy one of those spiders?" We were confused by her
question and she said, "you know? On Amazon? Why would someone buy
one?"
Bree
tries to say "Holy Toledo!" and it comes out "Holy
Tolodey!"
Bree
noticed a weird stain/mark on her little potty chair while she was pottying and
she was concerned (she probably wondered if it was poop or something--it was
not; the plastic was just
discolored there.) I told her it would not come off. She said, "but have
you cleaned it?" yep. "but have you wiped it?" yep. "but
have you washed it?" yep. "but have you scrubbed it?" yep.
"but have you whacked it with a hammer?!" (Ah, that girl cracks me
up!)
June
2014
Bree
can't say "practicing" (as in practicing the piano), so it sounds
like "praxi-deen." When we had a piano tuner here, she came running
down the hall saying "Hey! Who is that praxi-deen??"
August
2014
Breeisms:
girl= glill
thumb=
flumb
comfy=
cumpy
October
2014
Bree
call M&Ms "enemans."
A
little fuzzy on the concept...I gave Bree a tape measure to play with and I
heard her say in her bedroom, "Hmm...how tall is my dresser? It's...5
minutes deep." ha!
November
2014
Bree came
into our room the other morning and we could smell poopy pants. (She is finally,
finally potty trained, but she still wears a pull-up at night.) Bryan
said, “did you poop your pants? Pooping
your pants is for the birds!” and Bree
immediately replied in a disgusted voice, “yeah! and they poop on the
windows!”
Bree
asked when we would put out our Christmas desharakuns.
December 2015
Breeism: automatic= automackit (She is very very concerned about public bathrooms with automackit flushers.)
Breeism: automatic= automackit (She is very very concerned about public bathrooms with automackit flushers.)
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