Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Don't lick me, bro!

I have to wonder if my nephew has been licking toads. Wait, it's winter... I've not seen any toads. Do toads hibernate? Yes, they do, says google... anyway, maybe he was playing in the snow and found some toads sleeping in a burrow and dug them up and was licking them because he was really weird today.

We went with my mom to the eye doctor today and he was obsessed with the number 1 on the exam room door and  kept saying it was at the end of the depth of the universe. And some something I couldn't even understand about black holes and. . . kick ball, maybe?

But the thing above all that must be passed along that he told me at lunch (for no reason whatsoever, that I can surmise) is:

Little boys are NOT beds.
Which they certainly are not.


Maybe he just fits in well in the family.  He obviously comes by some of his weirdness honestly... but I am not setting aside my toad theory just yet. 

4 comments:

  1. Your title reminded me of the time I worked in a sandwich shop. I came home from a long day of work, my five year licked my arm, and declared, "You taste like sandwiches!!" This has absolutely nothing to do with your blarg post, but it too makes me laugh.

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  2. I love this! "Little boys are not beds!" How old is he? He certainly already has a bent to the absurd

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  3. My son, who's three is always telling me, I am not a pillow. I don't know what he means. He's pretty comfy to me.

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