We haven’t had any Southern Tidbits in a while, so I thought I’d share a few from the past week.

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Monkey comes running into the room:

Monkey: “Sh*t, Torts*”

Me: “Yes, those are your shirt and shorts, do you want to get dressed?”
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Princess: “Mom, can I call you a moron?”

Me: …
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I’m painting the bedroom and I hear…

Nathan: “Monkey, that is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen, go to the bathroom now!

(sounds of splashing water and grumbling)

*5 minutes later*

Nathan: “What are you teaching that boy?”

Me: “…?…?”

Nathan: “He just reached into his pants and grabbed a *nugget* and tried to hand it to me”

*me dying*
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My salad arrives.

Princess: “Mom, can I have your Courcans?”

Me: “My who?”

Princess: “Your crispy things, the courcans”

Me: “You mean my croutons?”

Princess: “Sure, whatever Mom. Can I have ’em?”
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17 Comments

  1. Kids say the darnedest things. LOVE it.

    Easy recipe for croutons…. bake diced bread w/cinnamon sugar in 350 for 10 minutes. YUMMY.

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  10. Oh, boy! So much to look forward to. J is still on “ba ma la na da la ma na” intermixed with grunts, hoots, blups, and spittles.

    He just has so much to say . . .

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  12. Boys and sticking their hands down their pants. They are so indiscriminate about it. Balls or nuggets. They don’t care.

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  16. This reminds me of the time Carson yelled “dog sh*t!” in line at the grocery store. It was awesome. (And I have no idea what he was really trying to say.)

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  17. Sadly, I thought of tort lawsuits when I read this post.

    That’s what lawyering does to a woman. It’s depressing.

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