Cinder: And that’s just how you were born, Ender, hatched out of an egg just like that penguin.
Cinder: I’ll show you the egg shell after we finish the show.
Ender: Did you sit on me to hatch me, or just Mom?
Cinder: Mostly Mom. But we all helped.
This is the point at which I should interrupt. Right?
(Photo credit: John Loo)
Blogosphere Love Interlude
Ute at Expat Since Birth is passing the Liebster Award onto Nothing By The Book, and I gratefully accept with my usual disclaimer that I am terrible, terrible at fulfilling the requirements of passing these things on. But let me introduce you to Ute if you do not read her already, and encourage you to wander over to her blog. She lives in the Netherlands, speaks too many languages, has three marvellous children, and writes beautifully about, well, life, really. You’ll like her.
Back to regularly scheduled programming…
Ender: Waaaaaaah! Waaaah! Waaaah! I! Never! Want! To! Grow! Up!
Jane: What the heck happened?
Flora: I told Ender that if he’s a good little boy, his penis will grow into a vulva.
Cinder: That’s just evil. Really, really evil.
If you’re laughing and want to laugh more, you should go read Poisonous Volvo.
If you’re appalled and wondering if my children ever talk about anything other than their body parts… um. Sure. Yes, they do. Sometimes they talk about the apocalypse and potty training. Also, World War II. But, yeah, mostly they talk about their body parts. Even when it sounds like they’re talking about geography.
Is it wrong that this post made me love Flora even more?! 😉
I am with Dani and can’t help, but love Flora just that much more, lol!! 🙂
I think I’ve said it once, but it bears repeating: Flora for President! Oh, and if talking about your body parts is wrong or inappropriate, they wouldn’t have been made for hours of entertainment. Just throwin’ that out there.
She’ll be president of something, I’m pretty sure. 🙂
Oh, your kids are way too hilarious and educated!!!
“Educated” isn’t the first word that springs to my mind most of the time… but thank you. ;p
Hahaha!!! Love these kids! Poor Ender! Imagine the conversations that take place when you’re not around!
You know there’s a new sewing project hidden in this post custom-made for you…
There is a new sewing project that’s just perfect for you hidden in this post, you know.
PS I choose not to imagine. I very, very actively choose NOT to imagine…
Seriously? They know about that stuff? I don’t think I even had a mild interest until 4th grade when my friend Lacreasha explained what a virgin was after we listened to Madonna’s Like a Virgin. Boy how times have changed. Guess I should read up on human anatomy so that I can pre-empt the peer taught sex-Ed lessons they’re sure to get at the playground.