I was cooking bacon. Talmage asked if we were also going to have any squash-age.
My kid just said...
When Brooklyn was one year old, instead of saying ‘up’ or ‘mama’ when she wanted me to pick her up, she said ‘Mna-Mna’. Sometimes, if I wasn’t responding quickly enough, she would get kind of sing-songy and rattle on until I finally picked her up – mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna-mna…
I was getting dinner ready for the kids and didn’t feel up to mixing up some fry sauce. Brooklyn tried to be persuasive by saying, “Why are you such a ketchup fan? You’re missing some really great food, you know.”
I put some dry ice into the sink and filled it with water. Brooklyn said to Talmage and Clara in a witchy voice, “Ha ha! We’re making witch’s broth.” Apparently the little witches are feeling the economy’s pinch as they can’t afford a full brew.
Talmage calls VHS tapes “vee ay chest”s.
Talmage was looking at Clara’s new Christmas-y looking jammies when he remarked, “Hey, that looks like an elk dress.”
While listening, Talmage said, “Jack Johnson sure has the beat.”
Talmage said of not-our-softest towel, “This towel’s pretty crumbly.”
Clara told me, “my like the haircut you gived to the grass.”
Talmage was watching me type a password on the computer. He asked me, “Daddy, why are you typing a secret passage word?”