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My Son Thinks So Highly of Me

May 22, 2009

So, 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.

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5 comments

  1. More anecdotes please.


  2. 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……”


  3. Later —

    “Buy me some peanuts and jackets and crackers…”


  4. 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.


  5. he is the funniest little dude.



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