My Kid The Comedian

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  • On our way to a restaurant with a Mardi Gras theme.
    • Me: "Joey, you're going to get beads to wear at this restaurant."
    • Joey: "Baked beans?"
    • Me: "No, beads not beans."
    • Joey: "Green beans?"
    • Me: "BEADS!"
    • Joey: "Baked beans?"
    • Me: "....Yes, baked beans."

  • I cringe everytime I have to bring him into a busy restroom in public. I know he's going to say something to embarrass me. It starts with him making a face and scrunching up his nose. I try to distract him ("Oh, look, two rolls of toilet paper!")
    • Joey: "Ewww, Mommy! It 'tinky in here. Did you poop?" (And he's always SO loud.)

  • My dad has a gas fireplace with a remote control for lighting the fire. He has Joey say "Abracadabra" and he'll secretly light the fire. Now whenever Joey sees a fireplace, he holds his hands up and yells, "Abracadabra!"

  • When Joey was little he used to say "ba-ding" for open. One day I sat down with him and was determined to teach him to say it the right way. I used sign language and said, "O-pen."
    • Me: "Say O."
    • Joey: "O"
    • Me: "Say pen."
    • Joey: "Pen."
    • Me: "O-pen!"
    • Joey: "Ba-ding!"

  • When he walks around barefoot, Joey says, "I'm barefooting."

Comments

Raine Chasing said…
LOL! That is so cute.
June 21, 2010 at 10:44 AM
Valerie Geary said…
Ah yes... the kid in the public restroom who says exactly what everyone else is thinking, but is too afraid to say! I love those kids! :D

Very cute!!
June 21, 2010 at 11:11 AM
Leah (aka Mary_not_Martha) said…
You could teach him to say Ba-Ding at those automatic opening doors....FUN!
June 21, 2010 at 11:54 AM
Stephanie said…
LOL! Very cute!! I'm waiting for the day my son starts coming out with stuff like that...he's starting to make full sentences now, but mostly only I can understand them.
June 21, 2010 at 2:39 PM
Pat Tillett said…
That's pretty darn funny and cute!
June 21, 2010 at 3:40 PM
Carolyn V. said…
LOL! So cute! I love the beans/beads thing. =)
June 21, 2010 at 4:38 PM
Jenna said…
Cute! When my daughter started potty training and I brought her into a bathroom with me (because I had to go), she yelled out, "Yaaay, Mommy! You're doing it!"
June 22, 2010 at 2:42 AM
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