How exactly do Kevin Smith, George Carlin, and Sweeny Todd fall into the "Kids and Family" category? Yes, there is a child in the movie, but is that all that is required? What's up next? Clerks? Mall Rats? Chasing Amy? Nope...Man of the House. Cedric the Entertainer and Tommy Lee Jones and a bunch of cheerleader murder witnesses...sounds like fun for the whole family to me!
"What are your intentions?"
"Huh?"
"Your intentions toward my daughter. You planning on marrying her?"
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O.K. It's 7:39 the next morning, and I still don't get the whole Kevin Smith on a kids network thing...I thought maybe if I slept on it, but no...no luck.
A few days ago Husband noticed we were missing yet another duck. We saw no sign of it and figured coyotes got her. Yesterday I took the kids out to play and noticed quite a few feathers in the underbrush just behind their swing set (it sets at the edge of the woods). Much to my horror just at the edge of the may apples was a wing...or at least part of a wing. Knowing how close to the house and our dog pens this is, has lead me to believe it wasn't coyotes at all, but Vader and Molly again. I'm beginning to get a little annoyed. Killing the occasional chicken upsets me, but now they've killed 2 of my ducks. I love my ducks. One of them was my favorite duck. Molly and Vader are beginning to upset me a little...in a Christopher Walken kind of way. I may start spouting odd monologues and shooting things.
I just put Baby Girl on the bus. She's thrilled with the idea of going back to school. It's library day, who wouldn't be thrilled? She's excited to see Best Friend, Best Friend II, and Boyfriend. I'm just hoping she's as happy when she gets home.
My kids love telling knock-knock jokes. Their favorite goes like this:
Knock-Knock.
Who's there?
Banana Brother.
Banana Brother who?
Banana Brother B.B. (laugh hysterically).
Occasionally it's Banana Brother #1 Son, sometimes it's Banana Mommy Farm Wife or Banana Daddy Husband...but regardless of the punch line they roll on the floor with laughter (even after the 25th telling of the afternoon). Me, I don't get it. I laugh because it's required, but I don't get it. Maybe I'm too old.
But now I think it may be coming to light. B.B. is beginning to live on bananas. He eats one for breakfast and then finishes what #1 Son didn't eat of his. All day long he asks, "Nana? Mama, Nana?" and points at the pantry. He'd eat 4 or 5 a day if I'd let him. If I don't give Husband a heads up about prior 'nana consumption, he'll trick his dad into giving him more. When we visit Uncle E and Aunt C they always have bananas for him...that can up his intake before I know what's happening. He's a little Banana junkie...is it possible for a toddler to turn into a piece of fruit? Banana Brother B.B. Hope you've bought stock in Chiquita!
3 comments:
The grandchildren are only following in your very long shadow.
I bought a joke book because you only had a banana,banana joke, that you could remember right.I was hearing it in my sleep you told it so many times.
You also made up jokes which were funny only to you. Like the children you would just laugh and laugh and that tickled Daddy and me. You thought we were laughing at your funny jokes.
Now its your turn to enjoy all those knock knocks.
Do you remember what Daddy would do to you after the 10th telling of the same knock knock?
So, let me get this straight, one child wants to be a cucumber, and the other is going to turn into a banana? :) Quite the fruit and veggie theme you have going. How about baby girl? Eggplant? Kohlrabi?
No, Mama, I don't remember...you'll have to elaborate.
Needles, I hadn't thought of that. Maybe we're turning into our own produce department!
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