2016 Kidisms

This is always one of my favorite posts of the year--the "kidisms"-- things that my kids say that I want to remember.  Usually they are funny, but sometimes they are just sweet and loving and I don't want to forget them.  Unfortunately these posts are getting shorter each year, not because my kids aren't funny or sweet anymore, but I think just because they don't make as many funny mispronunciations or word mix-ups as they used to.  So, even though this post gets shorter every year, it's still a favorite.  I hope these kidisms tickle your funny bone like they did mine. :)

January 2016

When I asked Bree to put on leggings under her dress because it's cold, she replied "Mom, that's just not how I roll. End of discussion."

February 2016

After playing at the beach Bree had sand stuck all over her hands. She was stressed that they didn't come clean when she tried to brush them off. She said, "Daddy's hands look like sparkle and mine just look like zombie!" (Bryan had washed his off with water already.)

April 2016

As we have various tools and art supplies strewn about the house, Bree noticed two and suddenly said, "Pliers is the dad of scissors!" Smart (and funny!) girl! (I might add that she always pronounces scissors "Zizzors" so it was even cuter.)

Bree is starting to be interested in time, and asking what time it is. She hears me say it's "whatever" o'clock and she morphed it into "o'watch." So she'll look at my watch and say "it's 7 o'watch right now."

May 2016

Bree told me today after church, "Mom, today in primary we learned about Joseph Smith. He was killed by an angry moth." HA!

October 2016

Bree matter-of-factly told me that "toots are like the guards of your poop."

November 2016
Conversations with kids:
Miles (8):  What's a mortage?  (He didn't say "mortgage" with the silent t, he pronounced it like MORT-ich.)
me: Do you mean mortgage?  ...  Or maybe mortician? ...
Miles:  Well, what's a mortician?
me:  They work at a morgue and get dead bodies ready to be buried.
Tess (11):  Yeah, like at a creamery!
me:  No...that's where they make ice cream.
Tess:  Oh, then where do they burn bodies?...
      Ha!  My kids make me chuckle.  (Turns out Miles DID mean mortgage; he had been playing Monopoly with friends.)