Showing posts with label Out of the mouths of babes; Paige. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Out of the mouths of babes; Paige. Show all posts

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Jokes By Paige

I think Paige is a budding comedienne. She frequently will say to me, "Hey, Mom!" followed by a Q/A joke. I really ought to write down more of them as she has come up with quite a few. Here are two jokes that she made up this past week:

Q: What kind of fish did the knight fight?
A: A swordfish.

Q: What kind of food plays on the playground?
A: Teeter tot hotdish.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

One needs laser eyes to make THAT food

This morning Paige requested eggs for breakfast. Of course I said we could have eggs. Then she said that SHE wanted to make them. She asked what the stove setting would have to be, and a slew of other questions. A flag went up in my head, and I told her, "You can't run the stove by yourself."

"Why not??" she asked.

"Because!" I said. "You are only seven years old, and you can't do that yourself. You need supervision."

She balked at that, and immediately said (matter-of-factly), "You don't have super vision."