Just A Minute

No, your kids aren't the only ones putting peanut butter on the cat right now.

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Dining Out

Every night during our vacation at the Jersey Shore, Chris, 4, would sort through his bag of restaurant brochures he had collected, and pick a place for us to eat dinner.

Now there's an idea. Instead of cooking every night, I could hand my husband a restaurant brochure when he comes home from work and say, "We go here."

There Goes the House

My niece, Erin, 7, keeps a dollhouse at my parents' house. She's very particular about what goes where in her dollhouse. My sons, not so much.

So when Erin heard that her cousins were going to visit my folks, she said, "Oh boy! There goes my dollhouse!"

Oh, I understand, Erin. I feel the same way about my own house.

Knights and Dragons

During a playdate at our house:
6-year-old #1: "I'll be the knight, and you be the dragon."
6-year-old #2: "Great! I'm not wearing any underwear!"

And somehow, this made complete sense to both of them.

It's Only Rock n' Roll

Nicholas had just eaten a rainbow-colored Italian ice, when he decided to press his lips on the back of my white bathing suit cover-up, thus leaving a red imprint of his lips between my shoulder blades.

I tried to pass it off as a super-cool Rolling Stones concert bathing suit cover-up, but all the other moms at the lake were able to figure out what had happened.

Hey, Mom!

While we were at a birthday party, a clown pulled up and got out of his car. A little boy raced across the driveway and shouted, "Hey, Mom! He's not so scary after all!"

There are days that I'd like to be announced that way.

Say, Amen!

At church, I heard a little kid scream once or twice. Then I saw my neighbors get up, one by one, dragging their not-quite-two-year-old daughter behind them. They disappeared into the "Cry Room," where families with loud little kids are relegated.

If they'd just teach their toddler to yell "Amen!" instead of "Blaaaaah!" they could stay up front with the rest of us.

Want Fries with That?

Thanks to Misty Reeves of Watauga, Texas, for this story:
Misty, like many parents of toddlers, buys ketchup in bulk. Recently, Misty stored six family-sized plastic bottles of ketchup - you know, the kind that would feed a fraternity house - in her pantry, secured by child "safety" locks. Safe from whom, she's no longer sure.

One day, Misty's 18-month-old son, J.J., was playing quietly - too quietly - in the other room. Soon, he wandered into the room where Misty was checking her e-mail. He emanating an odd smell - different, she says, than the usual odd smell he brings her. That's when she notice some orangy-red stuff around his babbling lips.

Immediately, she pictured a ketchup-covered floor and the time-consuming clean-up that would accompany it. But, Misty soon discovered, that J.J. had opened all six jumbo-sized bottles of ketchup, removed the "safety" seal, and drank neatly from each one.

At least he's a considerate when he consumes large amounts of condiments. Don't worry, Misty! President Reagan did declare ketchup to be a vegetable, remember? Now, go lock up the chocolate syrup.

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