We pulled out of the driveway to get dinner – the fire danger so great we didn’t dare grill for Labor Day.
I asked The Tackler, “Where do you want to eat for dinner?”
“Mommy, if you go in my mouth, I’ll get the hiccups. Cuz your head would touch the roof of my mouth.”
“Uh… That’s fascinating, but not the question I asked. I just wanted to know where we should eat for dinner.”
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The Tackler was fighting another medicine dose for his ear infection, so my husband referenced Mickey Mouse’s Clubhouse and said to him, “Do we need a mouse-ka-tool?”
My son shook his head.
“No we don’t need a mouse-ka-tool, we need a Tackler-ka-tool*.”
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Lil Diva grinned from the back seat.
Surprised she’d picked this up from her brother I asked, “Who’s there?”
“Diva*!” she cackled in response.
This was the first time she’s actually spoken her name.
She then repeated this format for the next five minutes, being sure to “knock knock” CG and Bobbi as well.
Getting very upset if we dared not reply “Who’s there?”
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What knock knock jokes have your children told you before?
*My children spoke their real names, not their blog ones. I don’t think they know what I call them on here…. yet.