Archive for June, 2013
Mommy: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Clara: I want to be a GRINCH when I grow up!!!
Mommy: What number is that? (pointing to a 15 on a box)
Mommy: You’re close…
Clara (eating pickles): Mommy, did that pickle go in my belly… or in my back?
Clara (skinned her knee and needed a band-aid): Momma, will you be the doctor and I’ll be the cryer?
(Pumba passes gas in the Lion King and daddy laughs)
Clara: Why are you laughing? What was that?
Daddy: It was a toot.
Clara: You or me?
Let’s file this under randomly funny things we’ve seen around town. You know, like this. When we first spotted this sign, our eyes barely registered that it was anything other than one of those typical “Yard Sale” signs that pops up around town each weekend. But then we realized it was a very special kind of yard sale…
I’m not one to talk when it comes to typos, but this sign was especially hilarious to us (mainly for the obvious pirate reference). The same sign maker had several other correctly spelled directional signs up nearby, so we’re guessing this one was a case of “I’ve written the word sale so many times making these dang signs that my muscle memory took over on this particular attempt at writing yard and I ended it with an e.”
We also made up a hypothetical back story that after exhausting herself making all of the signs, this imaginary woman tasked her husband with hanging them all. He probably noticed the error, but (like we good husbands are known to do) just kept his mouth shut and followed instructions.