Nichole: Mom, what does s-p-a-g-h-e-t-t-i spell?
Mommy: Spaghetti.
Nichole: What does f-a-c
Mommy: f-a-c-t-o-r-y? Factory. The Spaghetti Factory.
Nichole: The Old Spaghetti Factory.
Mommy: Right. The Old Spaghetti Factory.
Nichole: Why is it old spaghetti?
Daddy: Jr., would you give our blessing?
Jr.: I need some help.
Nichole: I can help.
Daddy: Would you like Nichole to help you?
Jr.: No, I need a grownup to do it.
Daddy: Do you want me to say the prayer?
Jr.: No, I need a grownup to help me say it.
Daddy: Can I help you say it?
Jr.: No, I can do it myself.
Jr. proceeds to say the prayer.
Cute cute cute
ReplyDeleteI love Joshua figuring out what kind of help he wants, and then deciding that he only wants his own help.
ReplyDeleteI know. He makes me laugh often.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to have kids with a sense of humor ... :-)
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