“Mommy, I have hippie cups.”
Hmm. Thoughts of braless, hairy hippies danced wildly in my head. Braless women don’t have to worry about cups, right? They don’t wear….No. Must be on the wrong track.
“Hippie cups?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“And what do hippie’s drink?” I asked because I knew what they smoked.
“Water.”
“And, so …you want water in your hippie cup? Or is it a hippie cup that you need? Or did you say you already have that?”
“Ahh….. *HICK*…..*HICK UP!*”
Oh.
10 years ago
11 comments:
I love kid talk. My little one calls it the hiccyups.
LOL it's a whole other language.
“And what do hippie’s drink?” I asked because I knew what they smoked."
I think I hit my head when I fell out of my chair on that one!
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So cute. I still call hamburgers "hangabers" because of my daughter.
It's sad that Rosebud is already to the point of being correct when she says these things.
She's growing up.
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hahahahha this makes me really look forward to the day when my little one can talk and say funny things. lol
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I love little kid language, it's the best!
Now that is just giggle-inducing adorable and downright knowledgeable about hippies. BUt I could've sworn I read Hairy-nippled hippies the first time I glanced over it.... YIKES!
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We are just about out of the cute mispronunciation phase of childhood. I kinda miss it. The good thing is that by the time they phase out of it, they are out of diapers too.
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