in typical female fashion, alex enjoys talking. a lot. like, forever. non stop.
it's quite endearing actually- except when she spews embarrassing things about my bodily functions at a high decibel in public bathroom stalls...
"::GASP:: momma! that's blood! how you hurt yourself?!"
here are a few gems as of late:
"mom, i smell something. is that your pee? your pee is smelly momma. i smell your pee!" (in my defense, i'd just eaten my fair share of asparagus)
"mom, i pooped. oh my gosh, that's a big poop!!! look at that big poop momma!" (we've been potty training & homegirl is pumped about potty pooping)
"oh my GOODNESS! that is so cute. awwww!" (about everything. mainly, cute things)
"mom, those are your boobies? i want them!" (bwahahahaaaa! sure kid)
"oh brother." (what? how!)
"momma, she has a big butt!" (damn you Dumbo)
"the bugs suck my blood for their food." (why yes, yes they do)
& the list goes on. some things are said so perfectly timed that it's just epic. i die. the husband dies.it's comedic gold.
sometimes brynn joins in & she has a key phrase that she says quite loudly & often (mainly at Target or when we're out to eat):
"momma! MY BUTT HURTS!" (i'd like to add that she grabs her crotch with 2 hands whilst saying this. i blame myself. whenever we've battled diaper rashes i always ask her if her butt hurts. silly me)
& her second favorite:
"momma- I POOP AGAIN!" (also while crotch grabbing)
if you were considering entering your child for the "classiest kid of the year" award- just don't. because clearly my children are going to win this year.
happy friday people.