Kids aren’t always little angels who teach us the meaning of family and commitment. Sometimes they are just weird, disgusting people.
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Sometimes, our kids are brilliant and profound; they say things that really make us stop and think; things that make us beam with pride and joy. However, more often than not, they say things that are absolutely ridiculous, cause us to (try to) stifle our laughter, and/or wonder what planet they actually hail from (because it sure as heck can’t be this one).
Living in house with a 5 year old and an 8 year old, I find myself often speechless, my mind completely at a loss, trying to understand what is happening right now.
The things these kids say, seriously. WTF:
“Remember in my bedroom at my old house, when we used to have sleepovers, and we’d pretend we were fish and cut each other up? Wanna play that?”
Well, now I don’t know that we should go to this Chinese buffet so much as maybe I should turn the car around and we should go to therapy… Pretending to be fish, that’s cool, I’m a Nemo fan myself, but fileting one another? Now that’s taken a macabre turn. I’m grossly curious at the same time as to just how this game is played. Wait, I don’t want to know. Yes, I do. No, I don’t. Well, kinda… I don’t even know how to ask a follow-up question. Go, be fish, my children, for tomorrow we have sushi.
“I forgot to put underwear on this morning. My butt’s been naked all day. Wanna see?”
*pulls down pants in front yard*
Well, now the neighbors have seen your alabaster kid-bum and probably are wondering what kind of circus I run over here…Oh, you know, my kid just mooning the neighborhood on a random Tuesday night. No big deal, right? Modesty, what’s that all about? I hope they don’t call the cops. Maybe I should bring them brownies tomorrow and try to explain our kids are just weird… And, just how does one “forget” to put underwear on? The teenage years are going to be horrible. Oh shit, just thinking about it… Drink, please!
“If I give the dog a booger will she eat it? I mean, she eats her own poop. It has to taste better, right?”
Well, I mean, this is kind of profound, right? It’s most certainly it’s logical. She does eat her own poop, and I guess I’d venture anything tastes better than that, but, it still raises a few questions for me: What’s the thought process here? How do you even arrive at this question? Do you have a booger right now? (If you do, please don’t eat it.) I don’t even know how to answer this question. Why are kids so gross? Is this even normal?
“How about we were too pretty so the bad guys let us out?”
“Yeah! But first they cut off all of our hair!”
“OK! Don’t eat the sparkles!”
What. The. Crap. I have no idea what game this children are playing. Anti-reality, obviously. Maybe I should have majored in child psychology. Is my daughter going to think her looks get her out of troublesome situations? I really hope they don’t actually have scissors… I’m completely at a loss here. Why can’t we eat the sparkles? Sparkles are usually so tasty… Wait, maybe the sparkles are some dastardly drug and if we eat them… oh, wait I’m not playing this game.
And they wonder why parents are crazy? Have you heard the stuff children say? If you haven’t, you’re welcome to come spend a Saturday with these two…