Funny boy

As Bryce would say, "holy smokes!" we have been busy! Tuesday we spent the morning picking up the house, getting laundry done and playing. In the afternoon, we went into town and proceeded to shop like crazy. I got some cute stuff for the house, though I still haven't found any curtains. Then, it was off to "white shopping" aka Walmart for some groceries.

Yesterday, we played like crazy people outside, as it was simply a gorgeous day out, and the boys had fun trying to build snow forts and snowmen to "surprise" me. We finished off the afternoon with a nice, hot cup of hot cocoa - so very circa 1950's. The boys have been having a blast (as have I), however, and were even little angels this morning so I could get some housework done and some laundry put away.

This afternoon, we headed over to Sunshine Foods in Brandon to get some of their sale items. Although they are the local grocery store, every time I go in there, I feel like asking their employees for some KY while they bend me over, their prices are so high! However they have good meat, and it was for a decent price, which is what drew me into their cash guzzling hole. Of course, since the boys were with me, I ended up spending more than I wanted on what I fondly refer to as "quiet makers". Some people pay money for noise makers, I do anything for quiet, especially in the grocery store.


Now for some funny Brycisms I promised:


It is Thursday. Lost is on. Typically, the rule is that the boys are in bed by 8, so that Travis and I can watch Lost in peace. However, their schedules have been screwy again, so I have been fighting with them well into the late hours of my precious evenings. Ah well, I digress . . . So, tonight, we have sat down to watch our show, and Bryce notices one of the characters, Hurley, who is a rather porcine man with long, curley hair.


Bryce: how come that boy has girl's hair?
Me: I don't know, maybe he likes girl hair.
Bryce: Maybe he is a pansey.



The other night, after baths, I was drying Bryce off, putting his lotions on, and getting ready to get him dressed. Travis was getting Brady ready on the other side of the room.


Bryce: Mom, see my owies?
Me: What owies? Where is your owie?
Bryce: On my peepee, I think I need booboo medicine (referring to Neosporin).
Me: On your peepee? What happened? When? (I was getting a bit concerned, here, and the social worker in me was kicking in big time)
Bryce: Right here, see? *pointing to the wrinkles on his package*.
Me: Oh, honey, those aren't owies, that is how your peepee is supposed to look.
Travis: Yeah, buddy, those are your scrote wrinkles
Bryce: *in an "I knew that alerady tone* Oh yeah, scote winkies.


And finally, my uber favorite Brycism. Because he is only 3, he is sometimes hard to understand and he tends to mispronunciate larger words. This one is my favorite one, though:


Bryce and I were in TJ Maxx, shopping. He was having a hard time listening that day, and kept touching things he shouldn't be. I was afraid he was going to knock one of the breakable vases down in the one aisle we were in.


Me: Bryce, I told you, quit touching, or we are leaving and you are not getting that toy.
Bryce: Mom, I am NOT toughing anysing. You are being dick-less.
Not only was I floored he could use this in context (besides the fact that he even knew the word ridiculous) but I almost pissed myself laughing so hard at how he said it. Of course, I have fun with this all the time, most especially when Travis is giving me a hard time. When Trav is teasing me mercilessly, I love to have Bryce go tell daddy he is ridiculous. Cracks me up to hear him say, "Daddy, you are dick-less".