“Mommy, I have the best story ever. Wanna hear it?
You and Daddy and me and Peanut were at the playground. And I had a yellow juice in my tummy that I could spray all over. And make people die. And then we collected the bones to use for pretend fighting.”
—-Butterbean, age four years and eleven months
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You’ve got a military strategist on your hands. Or maybe tactician. I can never get it right.
He’ll let us know. I like that the bones are only for pretend fighting. Real fighting with the bones of our enemies would be…wrong?
HAHA! That’s great! The things kids say! I just happened upon your blog and this was so amusing that I’m going to follow you. :D
Well, I hope he can continue to freak me out just enough to be entertaining and not enough to begin the search for a therapist.
Welcome!
PS: I just recently changed my blog name, and I almost named it No Time For Nap Time. HAHA! :) What a coincidence. Cute name.
I wept when my few moments of writing during naptime became, of necessity, writing at midnight. They don’t nap anymore. Sigh.
My sleeping schedule is staying up all night and sleeping all day, thanks to my little angel. :-/
The stories they come out with are hilarious. So creative and imaginative and crazy!!
I try to write them all down. The older one loves to hear the stories he invented when he was in preschool.
I’m so glad I’m not the only one with a terrifying four year old.
Every four year old on the planet is terrifying.
Two is challenging, Three is nigh-on deadly, and Four is freaky.
Things do get better right around Five. For a while.
I just started following your blog. How many little munchkins do you have? :)