In honor of Mother’s Day…here’s the last year of Seanisms
Today was Father’s Day and tonight as I was tucking my son into bed I asked him what he was thankful for today. His response, “what I am most thankful for is that it was Father’s Day…and that there is such a thing.”
Sean informed me on the way home from school this afternoon that not only can he make fart noises by putting his hand in his armpit…BUT he can also do this by putting his hand behind his knee and squeezing his leg.
School was canceled today. Sean’s response to the news…”Yes, I love it! Just when you start getting angry about having to go…they cancel it!”
My Future Struggling Motivational Speaker
Me: Good morning, Sean… Happy Friday!
Sean: Why is Friday everybody’s favorite day of the week?
Me: Because it’s the last day of the school and work week.
Sean: What’s so good about that…you still have to go.
Proof that mom might be addicted to coffee…
This afternoon as we left the house to head to a friend’s house I happened to say that I hoped our friends wouldn’t mind making some coffee tonight. Sean’s response, “Mom, of course they won’t mind making you coffee. You and coffee have a special relationship. Kind of like Shaggy and junk food.”
There is something so darn cute about watching my 7 yr old boy at 5:30am singing “Oh, oh, oh, oh, staying alive, staying alive” while wiggling his hips and doing the John Travolta point.
“I wouldn’t want to be under the mistletoe unless it was with you, grandma, great-grandma…and if your mom was still alive, she would probably be okay too.”
“If you were a booger, I’d pick you first.”
Sean is slightly annoyed that brain is not spelled brane.
Sean: Mom I know what Bisbee (our dog) dreams about.
Sean: She dreams about running through fields filled with dead squirrels and rabbits.
Sean: Mom I think God is probably right-handed.
Sean: Because there’s a verse in the Bible that says “I will hold you up with my victorious right-hand.”
Sean: Mom can I have something more to eat? I just feel like I have to chew something.
I don’t know why anyone would want to go see Diarrhea Of A Wimpy Kid!
Told my son his pancakes were ready. His response…The party is on the table!