Tocolate is for cake and it’s really yummy.
Can you tate off mine shirt? It is made of peanut butter…and I don’t want it.
Me: What would you like for dinner, honey?
Hmmmm, delly beans.
Me: Anything more dinnery than that?
Tocolate soup.
Oh, chocolate soup, eh?
3 year old: “Mama, what does tummy-flute mean?”
Me: “A what?”
5 year old: “She means tummy flu.”
Me: “Oh, to have a sick stomach and need to throw up.”
3 year old: “I won’t throw up cause I only have a little tummy-flute.”
Me: “Oh, that’s good.”
3 year old: “Sorry, I have a coughing tummy; don’t worry. And I keep coughing and the air doesn’t get my cough because the air doesn’t want my cough but I don’t want to be sick, except the air wants to be sick but it doesn’t want to have the tummy flu.”
Me: “Ooooh….”
Just East Of Crazy Land 