Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritance.-Ruth E. Renkel

Fiona brought us a picture she drew

Me: What color is that?

Fiona: Brown!

Me: And what things are brown?

Fiona: Blank stare

Dave: (Evil twinkle in his eye) Come here Fiona I'll tell you something brown.

Me: Dave no! Tell her chocolate.

Dave: (totally ignoring me, why do I try? Stage whisper) Poo poo is brown.

Fiona: (repeating faithfully) Poo poo is brown.

Me: (Shoots Dave disgusted look)

Fiona: No poo poo's not brown.

Me: She's got ya there, hers isn't always.

Fiona: Poo poo's green.

Me: So there Dave. (Sticks out tongue in most mature manner possible)

4 comments:

Becky said...

Now she's getting it!

nnmlknw said...

Grape juice or Captain Crunch Berries or crayons? I've had to explain the color of poo to a couple of confused little boys at certain points in life.

Roses said...

Repeat after Momma, Fiona:
Daddy's full of poo poo.

I'm sensing a theme this week.

Dani said...

Yep too bad Dave wasn't being such a smart a** a couple weeks ago or I could have had blarney stone week for St Patricks day.