My office is right off the garage. This exchange just took place through the door between me and them.
Me: Why don’t you guys leave Otto alone so he can finish getting your bikes ready?
Chickadee: We’re WATCHING!
Me: You’re not WATCHING, you’re HARANGUING him.
Chickadee: No we’re not!
Monkey: We are NOT strangling him, Mama!
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Regan, 3, at being left out of something or other:
“What am I? Chopsticks?”
Hahahaha!
Today Miles said he was doing Jumpin’ Jackass.
See, there are worse things they could do than harrangue him. I’m glad they didn’t, since you seem kind of fond of him and all.
Haha awesome! I very much like the ones posted by the other commenters too. Kids are kinda hilarious.
“Honest, Mom, we were just BRUSHING him like we are supposed to every day…and then he just made these funny noises and fell down…do you think we should call 911 or is his face supposed to be that funny blue color with the tongue hanging out?”
My little boy used to call the trampoline – the jumpoline. And it makes perfect sense to me! This was a cute dialog – see ya.
I love the things kids think and say. :)
Well, hovering so close that they are sucking all the air out of his vicinity while he’s trying to do stuff IS strangling him, kinda! ;-)
Haranguitans.
Adorable. Though I doubt I knew what Haranguing was when I was Chic and Monkey’s age. I think that is an SAT level word.