Some Bryce-isms
(...because the three-year-old Gremlin has been oh-so close now that he's not getting TV for a while.)
At the gas station:
The attendant takes my credit card, asks, "How much would you like, ma'am?"
Bryce laughs and snorts from the backseat. "He called you ma'am! Doesn't he know your name is Mom! He's so dumb."
At church:
The priest says, "...through Christ our Lord, Amen."
His head darts up from whatever mischief he was planning at that moment. "Hey. He just said through Bryce our Lord, Amen." A twisted smile whips across his little face.
At the dentist:
The dentist peers into his mouth. "You have nice teeth."
Bryce smiles that devilish grin of his. "I have shark teeth."
The dentist lifts his brow. "You mean sharp teeth? Open up." He leans close.
Bryce snaps his jaws shut and grins, narrowly missing the dentist's fingers. "Nope. Shark teeth. See?"
At a girlfriend's house, while he's playing Lego's with two fifth grade boys:
He stands, waves a hand. "Hold on guys. I just pooped. I gotta go get my mom to change me. I'll be right back."
(No...he just doesn't get it.)
At the gas station:
The attendant takes my credit card, asks, "How much would you like, ma'am?"
Bryce laughs and snorts from the backseat. "He called you ma'am! Doesn't he know your name is Mom! He's so dumb."
At church:
The priest says, "...through Christ our Lord, Amen."
His head darts up from whatever mischief he was planning at that moment. "Hey. He just said through Bryce our Lord, Amen." A twisted smile whips across his little face.
At the dentist:
The dentist peers into his mouth. "You have nice teeth."
Bryce smiles that devilish grin of his. "I have shark teeth."
The dentist lifts his brow. "You mean sharp teeth? Open up." He leans close.
Bryce snaps his jaws shut and grins, narrowly missing the dentist's fingers. "Nope. Shark teeth. See?"
At a girlfriend's house, while he's playing Lego's with two fifth grade boys:
He stands, waves a hand. "Hold on guys. I just pooped. I gotta go get my mom to change me. I'll be right back."
(No...he just doesn't get it.)
posted by Elisabeth Naughton at 4:57 PM
3Comments:
He sounds adorable. Very witty little one you have! I'm glad I wasn't the dentist though...
Great blog by the way. I'm browsing around if you don't mind. I promise I won't knock anything over. :)
And he's 3? Wonder how he'd like to sit in it for awhile? What if mommy was busy w/baby & couldn't change him right away?
LOL!
Very funny stuff. Bright kid. And don't worry with him on the potty training stuff. They got us on that one. My son was three before he could bring himself to "give it up."
Teri
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