Wrong answers

By Mir
June 14, 2005
Category Offspring: ecstasy and agony

Me: Wow, that was really nice of you, Chickadee. Monkey, what do you say to your sister?
Monkey: BOOGER!
Me: Monkey!
Monkey: Sorry.
Me: What do you say?
Monkey: Thaaaaaank you–
Me: Better–
Monkey: –wiggy wiggy wiggy BOOGERS!

I’m thinking of opening my own finishing school.

8 Comments

  1. Kestralyn
    Kestralyn on June 14, 2005 at 9:44 pm

    So… the problem is that he’s “wiggy wiggy wiggy”-ing without the proper music? I’m not following here ;-)

  2. Mom
    Mom on June 14, 2005 at 9:58 pm

    I didn’t. I DID NOT raise her that way. NOT. DIDN’T.

    Love,
    Mom

  3. Karry
    Karry on June 14, 2005 at 11:09 pm

    Ha! I had to read that one twice to finally see the last line.

  4. mark
    mark on June 15, 2005 at 6:51 am

    And the youth will talk to their own in the next room, conveniently forgeting their elders.

  5. ben
    ben on June 15, 2005 at 11:28 am

    He was doing fine, but that last wiggy was just uncalled for.

  6. laura
    laura on June 15, 2005 at 11:46 am

    In addition to my “wear the same color clothes everyday at work for a week” experiment, I’m going to walk around muttering “wiggy wiggy wiggy” under my breath. I’ll report back.

  7. sharon
    sharon on June 15, 2005 at 4:53 pm

    You go, girl!! :)

  8. Elisson
    Elisson on June 15, 2005 at 10:09 pm

    Not just Boogers!

    Not plain old Boogers! No, no!

    Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy Boogers!

    (Damn – and I’m already happily married…)

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