You want what for breakfast?!

[Sprout]

Last week I was sitting at the table with the baby in one arm, eating breakfast with the other. Sproutlet #1 was in her booster seat munching her oatmeal when she spied an empty Frito bag in the garbage bag waiting to go out,
"Mama, I want some chips."
"They're all gone. We're having our oatmeal."
but once they get turned down for one thing, they have to ask for another...
"I want cereal."
"You have hot cereal."
"I want some pizza."
"Nope."
"I want some noodles."
"Nope."
"I want some baby."
"Huh? No! You can't have the baby for breakfast!"
"I want Mama?"
"Nope, can't have me either."
"(says own name)?"
"Sure, go ahead."
*giggle, giggle, giggle*

It was an entertaining start to the morning!

 

[Sprout]

What are some of your favorite kiddo conversations?

 

[Andy M.]

This goes back some to when my youngest, Jen, was in elementary school. She was never a big eater and was fussy about her meals.

One evening when her mother as making lunches for the following day, she asked Jen if she wanted a tuna salad or ham and cheese sandwich. Jen offhandedly responded "Tuna."

Her mother responded with, "If you don't eat your lunch, I'll know." (she had connections in the school).

Jen: How will you know?
Mom: I'll just know.
Jen: But HOW will you know?
Mom: Mothers have a way of knowing.

(the back and forth continued for a minute or two)

Mom: So remember, I'll know if you don't eat your lunch.
Jen: In that case, I'll have ham and cheese.

 

[PrincessFiona60]

I remember having to count a can of worms for my brother, once. I had just sat down to a sandwich for lunch when he showed up with the can, dumped it by my plate and demanded I count them.

"How many worms do you want?"
"Gobs" Flashing the fingers on both hands twice.
"Okay, now count with me, One..."
"One.."
"Two..."
"Two.."
"Gobs"
"No it's NOT!!"
"Well, how many is Gobs?"
Hands on hips, rolling his eyes, "Girls just don't know anything about worms."
"You are right, go find Daddy, have him count your worms."
a bit later
"Gobs is fifteen and a half!" and he huffed out the door.