Some Bryce-isms to entertain your day

Brady: "Mama"

Bryce: "Brady, I am tryin to sleep,"

Brady" Mama"

Bryce: "Brady, your being dickaless. I am trYin to sleep."

Brady: "Mama da?"

Bryce: "Brady, quit chattering at me. I tole you, I am sleepin'. I am very disppoin-ed you can't let me sleep".

My kids have an odd obsession with my boobs. Not sure if it was all that nursing or what. When they are super tired and I am holding them, they automatically and every time, want their hands in my shirt. I do my best to avoid this, as I know it is not generally accepted in society. But, I DO know that they are only seeking comfort and security, rather than the potential to molest me. After all, they are only 2 and 4. Last night, we were all outside. The boys were playing in the sand box and Trav and I were relaxing in our lawn chairs. Bryce climbed onto my lap and, as he did, slightly pulled my tank down a bit so the top of my bra started to show. I began to pull my shirt back up. Bryce tried to stop me.

Bryce: "It's ok if I see your boobs, Mama"

Me: "No, I am fixing my shirt, stop pulling on it."

Bryce: "I could see your boobs. I won't poke em".

Me: *confused* "Huh? No, let go of my shirt, I am fixing it."

Bryce: "I just want to see your pretty boobs (he means my bra, but hasn't learned what it is called) I promise not to touch it."

Me: "Bryce, no, now get down and go play."

Bryce: "But, can't I just look at it?"

Travis: "Jesus, kid, we don't live in Kentucky! Go play and leave your mother alone."

Me: couldn't help myself, almost fell out of my chair cracking up.

Ok, another body part one (I SWEAR we are not pervs, but funny things happen with body parts around!). Trav had just gotten out of the shower one morning before work. The boys had waken up while he was in there and we were all in my bed rough housing and wrestling before we got up. Trav came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He took the towel off and started to get dressed.

Bryce: "Daddy, I saw your junk!"

Trav: "Yeah buddy, I have to get dressed for work and you are in MY room."

Bryce: "But I sawld it! Your junk!"

Trav: *grinning* "Impressed were ya?"

Bryce: "I think I'm gonna be siiiiiiiiiick."

I don't know where he gets this stuff!