Every now and then, I post some of the fabulous things my kids say. Jeffrey is 11 and Bennett is 4.
B: Nobody cooks bones.
J: Old people did it back in the sixties.
Bennett was drawing on his whiteboard when he asked me, “Did I spell a vertical line?”
B: I’m never going to eat peanut butter on a spoon again. It hurts my mouth… Maybe when I’m five… Or eighteen… Or nine.
J: How does Emily Elizabeth clean up Clifford’s poop?
One day Bennett was playing with an app on my phone. When he asked me, “What letters are in milk?” I expected to have to help him out with a vowel. He hasn’t really learned vowel sounds yet. What I saw was this. Silly boy.