The forsythia bloomed this morning.

Huh?

"I said, Bear, that the forsythia bloomed this morning. "

"How do you know?"

"What do you mean, how do I know?"

"Well... Do mean the guy on his roof?"

"What guy on his roof?"

"The one with the uh-I-don't-know-what-youcallit... snowblower."

"A guy? On a roof? With a snowblower?"

"Right there, Mommy!" Pointing.

"That's a guy on a roof with a leaf blower."

"For snow?"

"No, for leaves. He's blowing his gutters, it looks like."

"Leaves are in the fall, Mommy. Where's his rope?"

"What rope?"

"So he won't fall off?"

"He doesn't have one."

"Did he leave it with his helmet?"

"What..."

"Hey! Get it? Leaves and leave! I rhymed!"

"Well..."

"Or is it that other thing? Cinnamon?"

"Synonym? No - it's a homo..."

"How do you spell roof?"

"Roof?"

"Roof."

"Roof?"

"A-s-y-underpants don't forget the hairstand? That's how you spell roof, hey?"

"Roof?"

"It's yellow."

"No, it's brown."

"No, Mommy." Sigh. Roll your eyes. "The FORSYTHIA!"

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1 I've had those kind of conversations with my kids and also my mom recently. I thought maybe I was getting senile or something! Of course, it's them - NOT ME that is crazy!

Posted by: Cindy at March 30, 2007 01:43 PM (cbnUD)

2 OMG, that's hilarious. So great that you wrote it down. you rock. jen

Posted by: Jen_Jakesmom at April 02, 2007 01:29 AM (2/T1v)

3 ROFLMAO!!! I LOVE it! I keep threatening to write down all the hysterical conversations with my kids...but I never get around to it.

Posted by: Jenn at April 02, 2007 01:59 AM (pJKcZ)

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