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)


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.