Posted: March 31, 2012 in Shit my son says
Zach age 8 – My crotch is gold.
Zach age 8 – The weiner is sticking out.
Zach age 9 – Why did they call it The Man with the Golden Gun, it should have been called The Man with the Third Nipple.
At least now I have a record of all this so that I may embarass him at his wedding by printing all these out and putting them in a Powerpoint presentation along with some equally embarassing photos.
Age 8 – Upon seeing Suicide Chocolate Cake on the menu – So what, did this cake like jump off the building or something? I’m gonna ask the waitress if it jumped off the building!”
Age 7 – Upon seeing a teenage boy in skater clothing, with the jet black dyed hair swooped over one eye and looking completely emo: “If that emo kid orders a happy meal, I’m gonna laugh my head off..”
Age 8 – On piercings: Sister: I can’t picture Alex (older brother) with a piercing. Me: No, he’d be playing with it all day. Zach: Oh, there’s such a thing as peepee piercings?
Age 8 – On mean kids at school: Mom, why are some kids mean and some kids nice? Me: Well sometimes the mean kids are nice and the nice kids are mean too! Zach: Oh, so they’re all bipolar.
Age 6 – Upon having his picture taken for the Nth time: “What is this, described video for the visually impaired?”
Age 6 – After me voicing out loud wondering why Alex was taking so long in the shower: “He’s playing with his dingleberry.”
Age 8 – After seeing the LMFAO, Sexy and I know it video – “What a stupid video with all these men going around and shaking their bulges.. I don’t have a bulge yet.”
Posted: August 30, 2011 in Uncategorized
So maybe I can conjure up enough creativity to get back to it.