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My son was in the same room as me when I was getting dressed one day. I scratched the top of my left breast a little and he said, “Mommy, you are touching your —-!”
I said to him, “I just have an itch,” to which he responded, “That’s *your* excuse!”
Jet, 4
Jax: Mommy, here’s a little piece of toilet paper to wipe the tip.
Mommy: The tip of what?
Jax: Your penis.
Jax, 3
After being told to go outside and pick up the dog poop, he goes outside, whines and complains. He comes back in and says, “Mom, I think the dog over-pooped.”
Luke, 8
When I woke up one morning with a sore throat, raspy voice, and fever, my three-year-old, Emilie, asked me what was wrong. I said, “Mama has a cold…” and she felt my cheek for a minute before saying, “No. You has a hot!”
Emilie, 3
Do you know how I memorized 2 x 11? I have this fake pencil in my brain, and it writes down the multiplication!!
Hugo, 6
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11.09.04 at 06:31 PM |
My oldest keeps demanding that I repeat all instructions in Spanish following my initial request in English. I’m like, Bueno. Chica, me gustan los zapatos. El Senor Vargas va a la playa con sus amigos. Now eat your freakin’ dinner. Por Favor.
11.09.04 at 11:22 PM |
What IS French for French toast???
11.09.04 at 11:49 PM |
Ummmm, le pain chaud, avec les oeufs tous écrasé et fraîchement préparé avec la sel et la poivre éclaté sur ca. Mangez avec le ketchup et une tasse de the.
Or, “Hot bread, with eggs all smashed up and freshly cooked with salt and pepper scattered on. Eaten with ketchup and a cup of tea”.
I know for a fact that my grammar is wrong. I was trying to balls it up, honest.
11.10.04 at 12:59 AM |
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur?
Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits!
Pour un coeur qui s’ennuie,
Ô le chant de la pluie!
Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s’écoeure.
Quoi! nulle trahison?
Ce deuil est sans raison.
C’est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine!
(My secret word is speak, as in after 5 years of French I memorized the above, but cannot speak French.)
11.10.04 at 01:03 AM |
“le ketchup”?!!!! The Academie Française just called--this blog is officially on probation.
11.10.04 at 01:43 AM |
Hey *I* don’t speak french either! Although i did once discover that my french improves in direct relation to the amount of pot smoked!
Oh, and according to the first english/french dictionary google threw at me (which, naturally, I’m taking as written-in-tablets-of-stone-truth) “ketchup" in french is “ketchup”
See?
Secret word “most”. Why is my secret word never applicable!?
11.10.04 at 03:05 AM |
french for french toast is pain perdu- and it aint the same here with out aunt jemmima
NEVER eat the french toast with Ketchup people NEVER is is heresy.
so really munchkin speaks pain perdu (which translates to lost bread, but really is meant to indicate that you make “french toast” with day old + bread which to the boulangerie is considered “lost” bread)
that is all foreign correspondant in France OUT.
11.10.04 at 03:05 AM |
In that case it would be:
”Du pain croquant, melangé avec des oeufs tous écrasé et fraîchement préparé, plus des condiments aux choix sur ca (ketchup, si vous voulez). Mangez avec une tasse de the forte.”
“death” as in I am death to French.
11.10.04 at 04:23 AM |
Isn’t that freedom toast?
Have we forgotten?
(heh, my double secret probation word is “child.” Really, I’m not making this up. If it weren’t a double secret you could see that)
11.10.04 at 04:31 AM |
Hey Zeno, I never claimed to know what I was doing!
11.10.04 at 06:17 AM |
I’ll accept zeno’s translation with a small emendation: (du ketchup, si vous êtes vraiment bête)
Secret word? plus grand--mais ça, c’est plus qu’un seul mot, je sais.
11.10.04 at 06:56 AM |
Oh my god. My secret word is “friends,” as in I have the dorkiest friends ever. I am choquee, choquee (I can hear Jill cringing from the other coast already).
You think I am joking, friends? Five bucks says I can keep tossing out bad French words and phrases and my friends will be unable to leave it alone.
For the record: I do not sanction eating French toast with KETCHUP. EEEWWW, Kal, eeeww.
11.10.04 at 09:57 AM |
..of course not. Every one knows you eat French toast with hot sauce and a fork.
hee hee, my word is “ideas”
11.10.04 at 12:29 PM |
Hah! Neener neener! The secret word God states that you’re all wrong and I’m the only sane one here, my word is.....
“normal” =0P
11.10.04 at 07:31 PM |
SHOW OFFS! The lot of you… I know about eight French words, just enough to get food, a hotel room and a decent bottle of wine. Oh, and french toast, of course.
However, I do side with Jenny’s eldest as I have just recently begun taking Spanish classes and I command my husband around in the wee bit that I can now verbalize. !Ole!