Latest Boogieism

I tell ya, this girl is just full of funny stuff. My other two were very sharp too, but I never had the smarts to write the funny stuff down.

In a conversation today...

Boogs: "Hey mom, can I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"
Me: "Sure"
Boogs: "Wow, this looks really good. Mmmm...it tastes good too. Is this no-bake toast?"
Me: "Why yes, yes it is!

Makes sense to me!

Boogieisms

For those who might remember, Boogie attends Princess school. For a while, she had quit going to Princess School because the kids there used such bad language. They actually said Pee and poop quite a bit, which offended Boogie. She left the school and started Fairy School. After going for about 2 weeks, she decided that the kids had cleaned up their language enough to start back at Princess School.

Yesterday Boogie and I took a little road trip. I asked her how her Princess School was going. Her response:

"Mom, remember my friend Hannah?"

Me: "Hannah who?"

Boogs: "You know, Hannah Poblis from Princess School?"

Me: "I don't remember meeting her...but any way, tell me about
Hanna Poblis"
Boogs: "She picks her nose with her tongue."

How do you respond to that? This girl slays me with her imagination. She gives her imaginary classmates first and last names and super power abilities! A beautiful princess in training who picks her nose with her tongue.

The Latest Boogie-ism

I was in the bathroom this morning just getting out of the shower when Boogie stumbled in half-asleep...

Me: "Goodmorning baby...did you sleep good?"

Boogie: "I don't feel so good today. I don't think I'll be goin to princess school. I have Croak-its in my froat."

Me: "You have what in your throat?"

Boogie: "Croak-its...they're in my froat."

Me: ***smile***

For those of you who don't know my little Boogie well, she is a princess in training and goes to princess school everyday in a land far away named Monia. She drives a little convertible and picks up her friends every day. They all wear back packs and go barefooting because there are no rocks in Monia. While she is in Monia, she is cared for by her black mom named Agey (pronounced age*e). Agey lets her eat chocolate and teaches her how to be a good princess.
Next time you see her, let her know you've prayed for Agey...she has had the flu.

Boogieism Take 2

So Boogie was sitting on the couch with her little orange "Bible" (new testament) with her daddy.

Boogie: "Daddy, will you read me a story?"
Daddy: "Sure, which one do you want to hear?"
Boogie: "Little Red Riding Hood."

I guess we've got a lot of work to do.

Boogie-isms

I was having a telephone conversation with my husband regarding some business matter. I made the comment that "I put a bug in his ear" about a situation at a customer's home. When I got off the phone, Boogie was quite perplexed....
"Mom, why did you put a bug in his ear?"

The World According to Boogie

"Boogie, will you please throw this stuff in the garbage for me?"
Boogie: "Sure"
Mom: "Thanks"
Boogie: "Why are you torturing me?"
Mom: "That's just what us moms do, torture our children by making them throw things in the garbage."

As I was getting dressed today, Boogie came running into my room in her brand new Cinderella underwear...
Boogie: "Don't look at me I'm naked"
Me: "You're not naked, you have your beautiful Cinderella undies on. I love those, I wish I had a pair."
Boogie: "You could buy some..."
Me: "I don't think they make them in my size."
Boogie: "I'll make you some...everyone should have Cinderella undawares."

More Potty Humor...

Today was one of those rare occasions that Steven and I were able to spend the whole day together. Unfortunately, it was because he didn't have work for the day. Thankfully, though, we do have work lined up for the rest of the week.

We have been looking at cars lately, wanting to find something relatively inexpensive that gets good gas mileage. Today we spent the day driving around looking at cars. One stop in particular, I had to take Boogie to the potty.

Every time we use a public restroom, I remind her..."Please do not lock the door. I am afraid that you won't be able to unlock it. I will just hold the door for you, no one will walk in." Being that she is now 3, I am not able to go into the stall with her...you know...3 year olds need their privacy.

Every time she uses the potty in the public restroom, she insists on locking the door. Once again I will break into my "PleasedonotlockthedoorIamafraidthatyouwon'tbeabletounlockit" speech. Usually she laughs at me and says ever so sweetly "No I won't!"

Today she did.

Yep. She locked herself in the stall and couldn't get out.

I kept trying to coach her from the outside of the door... "Boogie, listen to me...pull down on the latch, pull it toward the floor...."

Boogie: "Oh, like this mom?"
Me: "I'm not really sure...I can't see through the door. If you are pulling the lock toward the floor then, yes, you are doing it right." The lock would not budge.

We went back and forth about 10 times, me repeating the instructions, and her asking me if I can see through the door if she was doing it right. I was just about ready to give up and have her crawl under the door when it FINALLY opened.

Thank goodness! The thought of shimmying my big butt under the door and touching the bathroom floor to unlock the door really had me grossed out.