Evan is no longer concerned with the day I lost my keys down the toilet. Here are his NEW favorite stories.
Evan: Remember when we were swimming with Papi. And Papi yelled “Bee on you! Bee on you! Bee on you!” And Grandma jumped in the water. Why did she do that?
Me: Because she didn’t want to get stung. She didn’t know where the bee was.
Evan: Oh.
Evan: Remember when we were at the McDonald’s without the slide. And Papi took me to go potty. And I went pee. And Papi said, “Boy, you pee a lot.” Why did he say that?
Me: Because you do pee a lot.
Evan: No, I think he was teasing.
Evan: Remember when I threw up on Daddy the other day. It was a lot of throw up. It got all over us. And Daddy was yelling, “Mommy! Mommy!” (Pause, reflecting on the name Daddy actually used.) “Faemom! Faemom! Faemom!” He was funny. Why’d he say that?
Me: Because that’s my name and Daddy needed help.
Evan: No. You’re Mommy.
July 11, 2009 at 3:47 pm
Wait. Your name is really faemom?
July 11, 2009 at 10:05 pm
I love Evan stories, an endless source of smile.
July 12, 2009 at 11:12 am
Oh, I’m laughing. So cute. I love the “Remember when” stories…they are endless. Right now, Monkey is all, Remembering Whenning something that happened yesterday. Tee hee!
July 12, 2009 at 12:51 pm
I love how their stories begin with “Remember?” I also love the, “Oh now, that was when I was three. Now that I’m four…”
July 13, 2009 at 12:34 pm
Court~ First you want a picture of the boys; now you want my name; you just want to stip me of all my anominity.
insider~ Yes, they are.
Ink~ Oh, yeah, we do to. Or something that heppened that morning.
ck~ LOL How do you keep from rolling your eyes?