The conversation this morning went as follows:
(I was getting ready for church. The boys were being occupied by a video.)
Brendan (yelling from the other room): Hey Mom!
Me: What's up?
Brendan: When I grow up, I want to be a paleontologist.
Me: Oh yeah? You want to hunt for dinosaur bones?
Brendan: Yeah, and put them together like a puzzle!
Me: Cool. Sounds fun.
Wyatt: Hey Mom!
Me: Yes??
Wyatt: When I grow up, I want to be a monkey.
Me (speechless, but absolutely cracking up in my head): Awesome!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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That is the most hilarious thing ever. And Wyatt probably doesn't want to be any monkey, probably a kung-foo monkey.
When I grow up, I'd like to be an electric blanket, then I'd never have cold hands again (like I do now).
I'm giggling at my computer! So funny!
You are going to write a book one day aren't you?? :)
too cute!!!!
Love this. And, tell Rachel to buy herself a snuggie. :)
I am little disappointed that neither of them said they wanted to be professional fishermen, though monkey sounds like it could be fun.
Uncle Bubba
[laughing]
~Luke
(In response to Krisy)
Me: Wyatt, why do you want to be a monkey?
Wyatt: Because I want to climb trees.
I think monkey means comedian!! So funny. I have laughed all day. Big kisses to the monkey and the dinasor man. Love Great Aunt Marshmellow.
By monkey he really means Uncle Jordan aka Trunk Monkey. :)
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