B: At Christmas, I’m going to get you something you really like.
B: Well, I’m not going to buy something. I’m just going to find something in this house that you’d like and give it to you.
B: Mama, I know how to spell “fish”, but I don’t remember how the letters go.
Every time we walked through Kroger, Blake would say, “Faster checkout with a smelly.” Jack and I would look at him and ask, “Where do you see that?” We kept missing it. One day, I was in the store alone, and walked by this:
B, calling down the stairs the night before Valentine’s Day: Mama, we have a surprise for you in the morning!
Me: I don’t think you’re supposed to be telling me that.
J: Blake! Mama, whatever Blake just told you, forget all about it.
Blake just said, “Mama, in Growtopia, the recipe for a door tree is [something I didn’t hear because I was busy trying to figure out why he needed to make adultery in Growtopia].” The “experts” say his speech issues should clear up by age 7. In the meantime, I’ll be over here in the corner, having a million little heart attacks.
B: what’s a bag of jelly beans plus a bag of marshmallows?
Me: uh… A tummy ache.
B: that’s just what I thought! A tummy ache!