My 3 year old: The teacher told us today to hide under the table and cover our heads with our hands.
Me: Oh, did you have a tornado drill at school today?
3 year old: No, it was a tornado wrench. Or a tornado hammer, I don’t know, some kind of tornado tool….
What the…? LMAO! That one took me a minute
This falling asleep space for my 3 year old tends to bring on some unusual thoughts. From last night’s session:
“Mom, would you rather have a painted door?”
Me: “Rather than what, honey?”
“Rather than a brown one.”
Hmmmm. Then a few minutes later…
“Would you rather hide or paint doors?”
What sick person is forcing my 3 year old to paint doors all day long????
What the…?
On the Valentine worksheet that my 3 year old brings home from daycare:
I love to eat cookies.
I love to play with my super heroes.
I love to make food with my dad.
I love it when my mom…fixes the wall when there is nails in it.
What the….?!?!?!
My 3 year old as I’m putting him to bed last night, “Mom, are you sure you guys don’t like styrofoam?”
What the…?
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