Me: No, I don't; why?
Rhett: Because my fart was long and squiggly.
I'm wearing my hair in a sock bun and Rhett's seeing it for the first time.
Rhett: I like your hair, Mom.
Me: Thanks. Why?
Rhett: Because the back of it looks like a donut!
Rhett's eating lunch before church while Chuck and I are running around getting stuff ready. Out of nowhere, Rhett asks the following:
Rhett: Mom, what kind of woman are you?
When I asked him what I meant, I think he wanted to know what my job is. When I asked him what kind of woman he thought I was, he said, "President."
In the car on the way home from church, we were talking about someone yelling swearwords at a friend of mine. We obviously didn't say the swearwords, nor call them that. I think we referred to them as bad words.
Rhett: What are those bad words, Mom?
Me: Well, I'm not going to tell you!
Rhett: But I want you to tell me so that when you say them, I can tell you to stop saying them!
Rhett often reminds us that "hate" and "stupid" are not allowed.
P.S. My parents got their mission call to Tokyo! How cool is that?!
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First off, TOKYO!!! That is awesome! Man, it just makes me more excited for the day when I can ship off my parents (and Marc's) to their missions. Go already, I say!
ReplyDeleteThen, I cannot stop laughing about the first conversation you put up here. Long and squiggly??? Oh, man. Rhett.
And, Ms. Prez. I would love to hear more about your plans for this country and women in general. I mean really, what kind of woman are you???? That's my new favorite get-to-know-you question for moms at the park.
oh man, i just can't get enough of rhettisms. seriuosly. you could make a book of what he says. i'd so buy one.
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ReplyDeleteyou are president to me, too!!!!