*Listening to a song called wonderland*
Ezra: What is wonderland?
Me: It's a land of wonder.
Ezra: And what is Sunderland? (Making stuff up)
Me: It's a place up north somewhere.
She made me prove it.
*Listening to a song called wonderland*
Ezra: What is wonderland?
Me: It's a land of wonder.
Ezra: And what is Sunderland? (Making stuff up)
Me: It's a place up north somewhere.
She made me prove it.
Also if you were curious about the burns being passed around preK these days:
You’re not making good choices!
You’re not my best friend!
I’m putting poopie on you!
I’m going to put you in the trash!
Whenever I’ve forgotten someone’s name I usually go through complex hoops to hear their name again without actually having to ask. Or I ask and feel incredibly embarrassed about it.
My kid, today at daycare, after forgetting the name of one of their classmates: HEY FRIEND WHAT’S YOUR NAME
"It smells like if Death could barf."
-My oldest son, describing his best friend's flatulence.