My Son Thinks So Highly of Me
May 22, 2009So, this morning, we’re lying in bed, and of course Kyle has brought a box of Kix cereal. Kyle shared some with Tiffany, and then decided I’d like a taste. So, he pulled out a single ball of Kix and called in sing-song fashion:
“Heeere, daddy daddy. Heeere, daddy daddy.”
Just replace “daddy daddy” with ”kitty kitty” or “doggy doggy” and you’ll have a perfect idea of what it sounded like. Yeah, it was awesome.
More anecdotes please.
Heard in the bathroom yesterday –
“Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game. Take… me a baaaaaall game……”
Later –
“Buy me some peanuts and jackets and crackers…”
By the computer –
“Come on young man. Come on young man. Come on young man. Come on young man.”
Yeah… I have no idea where he picked that one up. He said something else too, presumably more to the “come on young man” bit, but I can’t remember what it was.
he is the funniest little dude.