Friday Funnies

Nate, pointing at apple pies, "This has quite sugar in it, so I drink lots of water because it puts salt in my ears."

huh?

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Our Latin CD, which we listen to frequently, tells us, "Take it away!"

Nate answers, "I'm not big enough or strong enough to take it away!"

Friday Funny

Nate: "I need a tennis shoe to blow my nose."

Nate's Half Birthday

What is your name? Nate!

How tall are you? Like this big! [hand 3" over head] (really 3' 2 1/2")

What are you really good at? I good at writing right on the piece of paper.

What is you favorite toy? A tow truck toy

What's your favorite book? Robot Zot book

What is your favorite game? Puzzles

What is your favorite thing to eat? Broccoli and peanut butter sandwich

Where is your favorite place to go? Pizza Hut

Who is your best friend? Kate

What have you learned this year? Play

What is you favorite thing to study in school? lessons

What do you want to be when you grow up? A digger (a construction worker with heavy equipment)

What is your favorite thing about Daddy? Cars, to play with him

Kate? Play legos with me.

Gabby? Doggies

Mama? Let me think for a minute.  Tow trucks!

Happy, Happy Day!

Happy Mother's Day to my Mama

and Happy Birthday to my husband!

I hope you both have a happy day!

Smoke What?

J: I put Tobasco on my rice.
K: Next thing you'll be smoking!
Me: Tobasco, Kate, not tobacco.

When the Dog Barks

As in most neighborhoods, we have a few inconsiderate people who leave dogs to bark outside for long lengths of time during the day and even at night.  The other night as we were getting ready for bed, one of those dogs was barking.  Then we heard it.  There is a fellow who bought an air horn.  We've heard it a few times before, but the house was still and quiet, so we had a good opportunity to hear the whole exchange this particular night...

Dog: Barking.

Man: Quick blast.

Dog: More Barking.

Man: Long blast.

Dog: Bark.

Man: Blast.

Repeat.

Finally the air horn was not enough, so the man started yelling (in colorful language) to shut the dog up.  Repeatedly.

I kept expecting to hear a shot gun.  Eventually that dog got quiet or was let in.  Then I had to giggle.  The house two doors up from us let out their yip machine less than two minutes later.

And I've reached the conclusion, I'd much rather a dog bark all night than an angry man blast his air horn.