Between the constant bickering, rampant destruction, crazy acrobatics and the limitless fiascos involving poop, raising boys is one crazy ride.



Showing posts with label trouble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trouble. Show all posts

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Stick It

Ben: "Mom, sometimes I have naked dreams."
Me: "What do you mean, naked dreams?"
Ben: "You know, where everyone is naked and playing."
Me: "OK... what do people do in those dreams?"
Ben: "They just play and share their bodies."
Me: "They share their bodies? What do you mean?"
Ben: "Oh, you know. It's called sticking."

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Boomerang Juice

Me: "Benjamin, stop lying. Your brother did not spit juice at the back of his own head. That's impossible."
Ben: "No it not. It was boomerang juice. He spit and it go all the way around to his hair and back to his face."

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Ben on What Money CAN Buy

Ben: "Mom our new neighbor is pretty."
Me: "Yes, she is."
Ben: "Why don't you have boobs like her?"
Me: "Because we can't afford them."
Ben: "You can buy boobs?! I love boobs! Can we get some?"