Last night we were brushing our teeth, which here is a family event, all four of us packed into the tiny bathroom. We growl, show our teeth and help Noah learn to brush his teeth well. Jeppa started poking me in my stomach, and I said, "What the heck!?!" Without missing a beat, Noah said, "What the heck, Mom?" I laughed so hard. His cute little voice saying that phrase with such attitude just cracked me up. I couldn't help it.
He realized it was a hit, so of course he kept repeating it. But then somthing must have triggered in his memory and he changed it, without any provocation from us, to "What the hell?" Thankfully, that didn't last. But Stan and Jeppa kept getting him to say it so I would keep laughing. Their favorite was when they got Noah to poke me and say, "What the heck, boobies!?" That one did not amuse me.
It's not the worst thing, but not the best either. Although I told Stan that he will have to be the one that explains it to his parents when they hear it!
We're off to his gymnastics class now. Hopefully he won't say it to the teacher. . .
He realized it was a hit, so of course he kept repeating it. But then somthing must have triggered in his memory and he changed it, without any provocation from us, to "What the hell?" Thankfully, that didn't last. But Stan and Jeppa kept getting him to say it so I would keep laughing. Their favorite was when they got Noah to poke me and say, "What the heck, boobies!?" That one did not amuse me.
It's not the worst thing, but not the best either. Although I told Stan that he will have to be the one that explains it to his parents when they hear it!
We're off to his gymnastics class now. Hopefully he won't say it to the teacher. . .
2 comments:
No, you said "what the heck, Stan." I wasn't poking you.
I admit I couldn't remember why I said it, but I thought I said it to you. Sorry. But you DID POKE ME boy-O. Not that night of teeth brushin' but definately within the last week.
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