Bailey-and-Jared-isms
Written @ 1:56 a.m. on August 11, 2005
Jared (eyeing a slurpee): �Mommy, I want some.� Me: �No, baby, I can�t share with you. I�m still very sick.� Jared: �This isn�t fair. I shared my germs with you, and now you need to share them back!�
Bailey: �It�s a good thing that you don�t have a penis.� Me: �Really? Why do you think that?� Bailey: �Because you don�t have to touch it all the time or move it when it gets uncomfortable.�
Radio: playing a car commercial that I am vaguely aware of Jared (excited): �Mommy! We have a toy Yoda too!� Me (containing laughter): �Sweetie, the man on the radio said Toyota, not toy Yoda. But you�re right, we do have a toy Yoda at home.�
Bailey: �Daddy, do you want a better, cooler job?� Ryan: �OK, why?� Bailey: �Because I want you to go to Hot Jobs.�
Jared (after 4 days of being sick): �Mommy, can I take my temperature?� Me: �Of course�.there you go, it�s normal today.� Jared (doing something that looks like a touchdown dance): �I�m normal! I�m normal! Jared�s normal!� Me (to Ryan, after Jared�s out of earshot): �Well, that kind of nullifies the results.�
Bailey (with a diet coke from the fridge): �Ahhhhh! Caffeine!� Jared: �I want some.� Bailey: �No, Jared. I need this caffeine. I have to stay up very late tonight to do my workbook.�