***Grunting from the bathroom****
Me: Sounds like Griffin is pooping.
Grif: Dad! Come check this out! My poop is green!
Me: Great. That is nice Griffin. You know why it's green?
Grif: Why, am I okay?
Me: Yes. Its from your blue cotton candy ice cream.
Grif: Oh, thats cool! Mom, grandma, grandpa, come see my poop! Its green!
Grandma: Oh my, I have never seen anything like that.
It was shamrock green. Steph wouldn't let me take a picture for the blog.
Downtown Granville at Whits (the ice cream place in town)
Grif: That girl has a green tongue.
Me: Maybe she is an alien.
Grif: No, aliens live in space, not in town.
One morning Leyton was a wiggle worm while I was feeding him breakfast. Twisting and turning in his seat, so I twisted him back around so I could finish feeding him and he started crying.
Steph (from the other room): Whats wrong, why is he crying?
Grif (running to Steph): Leyton was wiggling in his seat and wouldn't sit still so daddy punched him in the face! That wasn't very nice, was it?
Nice Grandpa: I can't play, I have a bone in my leg
Grif: Oh, did you eat some chicken bones? 'Cause Guster ate a chicken bone and got sick.
Grif: I didn't hide the turkey in your car.
There is a little access hole from my back seat to the trunk in my car. I found out later that Griffin has been using this as a trash repository. I opened up the trunk one day to find some lunch-able containers, a plastic spoon, and an empty zip-lock.
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