Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Time for a wax...

Boo: Mommy, my mustache hurts.
Me: Your what?
She: My mustache. (points to upper lip)
Me: That's your lip, Baby Girl. Girls don't have mustaches.
She: But you do.

14 comments:

fattylumpa said...

Oh my god, I am freaking dying.

I LOVE HER!

Book Girl said...

I am rolling here! I am so glad I don't have a little girl! Go Boo!!!

Kristin said...

Ahh... the sweet innocence of a child! Fortunately she said it to YOU and not another woman with whiskers the size of Texas.

WILLIAM said...

Just tell her the Captain was there.


Captain Morgan.

DevilsHeaven said...

OUCH. Out of the mouths of babes...... LOL

Trisha said...

Out of the mouths of babes!

This is too funny!

Gladys said...

Haha! Yeah definitly time for a wax or just let it grow and join the circus. That's my plan.

Sue said...

Oh my gosh, too funny...reminds me of when Bear was little and she saw Hubby running (naked) after a shower from the bathroom to the bedroom to grab a pair of underwear..."Mommy, why does Daddy have a tail?"

chandy said...

Ha! That is just hilarious!

As we were driving home the other night, Elliot asked me if she could wear pretty underwear when she was a grown up. I told her she could wear any kind of underwear she liked, to which she replied, "Then how come all of your underwear are ugly?"

DutchMac said...

LC once told me I had 'Big booms, just like Princess Fiona on Shrek.' (they're not THAT impressive!) As if that wasn't enough, he proceeded to say 'See? They're right here' and grab and fondle them, just to clarify exactly what he was talking about.

We were in the middle of a crowded grocery store.

Which is nothing compared to the time he walked around my nether regions and asked where I hid my testicles, because he hadn't ever seen them on me, just him and Daddy.

We were having dinner with my mother in law.

Children really CAN be the greatest gifts at times, can't they? Too bad those times don't happen more often.

kristen s said...

Ha! Oh Boo, you are one funny girl.

I remember when my little angel was about 3 1/2 and I was about 7 months pregnant with her brother. She was in the bathtub, and I was changing into my pj's in the bathroom with her. I went to pull my shirt over my head, and she said: "Mommy, want to know what my favorite part of your belly is?"

Me: "What, sweetie?"

Her: "Your boobs"

I couldn't even correct her and tell her "the girls" weren't actually a part of my stomach, because with my droopage --(yes, it's a word) -- they looked like they were. Thank goodness for bras.

(BTW, my word verification is "peenesti" UGH! TOTAL "P" word! Remember I hate those? I can't stand it!)

notyourplainjane said...

I needed this this morning!

Coffee Bean said...

BWAAA HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA!!! I LOVE little kids!

gigglepotamus said...

Are you part Cuban?