Me: Hey guys look! That house is for sale. Maybe we will get new neighbors that have a 5 year old and a 7 year old.
Payton: Yeah, that would be cool. When are we going to move?
Me: Not for awhile, sweety.
Payton: Well, when we do move I want to buy the peach house by school.
Me: That house isn't for sale and it isn't really the type of house mommy and daddy want to buy next.
Payton: But I want to pick out the next house.
Me: No Bella, Mommy and Daddy are paying for the house so mommy and daddy get to pick the house.
Payton: Fine, I'll pay for the house.
Me: Do you know how much houses cost? That house you like will sell for around $300,000.
Payton: I have that much money.
Me: You do! Where?
Payton: In my piggy bank.
Me: Bella, your piggy bank isn't big enough to hold that much money. You have $30, not $300,000.
Payton: Fine, I will get a job to pay for it.
Me: A job! What kind of a job are you going to get?
Payton: Um....I'll get a job dancing. You know, I'll dance.
Me (thinking): oh dear god my little girl is going to be a stripper.
Me (speaking): Honey, mommy and daddy won't be ready to move for a few years so why don't you wait a little while before picking a career.
Payton: Okay mommy. Mommy, what is the speed limit?
Me: Why don't you look for a sign and tell me when you see one.
Payton: Okay....a few minutes later...Mommy. The sign says 45.
Me: Thanks.
Payton: Why are you going 60? You are supposed to be going 45. Your going to get a ticket. Do you want to get a ticket?
Me: Payton, no body likes a back seat driver. Look out the window.
Payton (in a sing songy voice): Trees, flees, string cheese, cheese string, G string. Mommy, is there such thing as a G string?
Me (thinking): Oh my god she is going to be a stripper!
Me (speaking): I don't know sweetie. Why don't you sing mommy a song.
Payton: Oh, I just burped. It tasted like broccoli. Funny because I haven't had broccoli today. Huh.
Poor Caden has been listening to this. He has a hard time getting a word in edgewise with her around. But, he took his chance and....
Caden: Lucy was at the Planetarium today.
Payton: Really, what was she wearing?
Caden: A pretty skirt with sparkles and pink shoes. She sat next to me.
Payton: Did you kisssss herrrrr?
Caden: Stop it! She is my favorite friend!
Payton: Yoooouuuu like herrrrr.
Caden: Stop it Payton! You smell. Stop talking!
Payton: Caden wants to kiss Lucy!
Me: Bella, stop it. He doesn't like that.
Payton: Hehe, I just farted.
Me: Everybody out, we're here.
All of this in just the short drive to ballet. Thankfully they were snacking on the way home and that kept their little mouths pretty busy.
1.21.2009
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1 comment:
hahahah!!
g-string..lmao...
I like how she knows exactly what she wants..heh..and if she has any money left over, I could use a new house too...
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