You know those days you have when putting together a coherent, intelligent thought is really too much to ask? The whole month of February, and all of March so far have been that way for me. So here you go:
My friend has a four-year-old boy who had this conversation with her one Sunday:
Boy: “I do NOT want to go to Primary!”
Mom: “Why not?”
Boy: “I can’t stand that mean mom! I can’t even look at her face.”
Mom: “Which mean mom?”
Boy: “That pink fluffy haired lady!”
Said PFHL, a sister in the Primary presidency, has a red tint to her hair, so I can see why he thought it was pink, but nobody knows why he thinks she’s mean.
My mother-in-law has been sending me excerpts from the journals she wrote when my husband was a kid. This is my favorite, from when he was almost three:
Mom steps into the hall and sees him staring at a mirror that’s hanging on the wall. He’s holding a pair of scissors and tapping at the glass. She asks him what he’s doing. He says: “I’m trying to cut that little boy out of the mirror.” When she explains why this isn’t possible, he says, “Yeah and Jesus doesn’t want me to cut the mirror with scissors either.”
Kids are so great.
What have your own kids, or kids you know, done or said to make you laugh?