Archive for the ‘These People Crack Me Up’ Category

Exonerated

December 12, 2014 @ 11:06 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

Me: Hey, looks like someone forgot to sweep up the dust pile.

Rose: Wasn’t me. I never sweep.

Well, I’m laughing

December 12, 2014 @ 7:36 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

Huck to Scott, apropos of nothing: Do you still want to hear my knock knock joke?

(Still?)

Scott: Sure.

Huck: How does the chair…

[pause]

[confused look]

[disappointed look]

Huck: Knock knock.

Scott: Who’s there?

Huck: Chair.

Scott: Chair who?

Huck: Chair on your head.

Milestone

November 30, 2014 @ 7:57 am | Filed under: Family, Huck, These People Crack Me Up

Huck, age 5 years and 10 months: “I readed all of Peter and the Talking Shoes without being one bit loud. I readed it BY MY EYES ONLY. I didn’t say it out loud at ALL.”

Overheard

November 28, 2014 @ 9:02 am | Filed under: Huck, These People Crack Me Up

(down the hall, top of the lungs) “I’m going to go see Mom!”

(thundering footsteps drawing nearer)

(cheerful bellow) “MOMMOMMOMMOMMOM!”

(in the doorway, casual everyday voice) “Hi, Mommy! Did I surprise you?”

Oh, is that all?

November 26, 2014 @ 8:35 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

Wonderboy, perusing the family calendar as he is wont to do, observes: “We don’t have much going on in December. Just Ron and Larry’s visit, and Grandma and Grandpa’s visit, and Jane coming home from college, and my birthday and Dad’s birthday and your birthday, and the piano recital, and Christmas.”

Huckisms

October 27, 2014 @ 2:16 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

“Do you like it better when yoyos have names? Because I named this one Ghostie.”

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“Did you hear what I played on the piano? Like this—” (hums a melody) “But in a different tune.”

 

A most useful tome

October 6, 2014 @ 1:37 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

Rilla: If you see a book called Trolls with a troll on it who has a very long nose, it’s out because I’m using it for the scarf I’m making.

Me: Oooh! What kind of scarf?

Rilla: One that’s twelve inches long. That’s how big the book is.

Yet another of life’s eternal mysteries

October 6, 2014 @ 8:00 am | Filed under: Family, Huck, These People Crack Me Up

Huck and Rilla and I have just finished reading three chapters of The Boxcar Children—they wouldn’t let me stop—and now I give Huck a big squeeze and say, “Okay, baby, time to go play.” He’s surprised I’ve called him “baby”—I usually say “monkey” or “my love” (same difference)—and shoots a reproachful gaze my way.

“I’m not a baby.”

“I know. But you used to be, so it still pops out sometimes.”

He considers. “But I am still little.” Burrows a little closer into my side.

“Mm-hmm.” His hair has that magical small-child scent, half fruity shampoo and half little-boy-sweat.

He takes a deep breath, as if about to unburden himself of a trouble. “That’s why I’ve been wondering…”

“Yes?” The moment has become suddenly fraught; whatever is coming, it’s clearly a serious matter.

“I’ve been wondering why nobody cuts the crusts off my sandwiches.”

Oh dear

October 3, 2014 @ 8:17 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

Rilla: The next time I eat an apple, can I plant one of the seeds in the back yard?

Me: Sure!

Rilla: Oh good. I’ve really been wanting a climbing tree back there.