Out of the Mouths of Babes II

Take 1

Yesterday, after the reception at St. Francis Cabrini, we stopped at a convenience store to pick up the crabby pregnant chick (a.k.a. me) a gatorade, before heading over to the Crooks house.

Andrew ran in and Bella and I waited for him. When he got back in the driver's seat Bella asked him, "Are you ready to rock and roll?"

Take 2

This afternoon, Bella and I decided that the 4 overripe bananas in the basket needed to be made into banana bread. So we set about mashing and measuring and mixing. When I got to the mixing part, I asked Bella a couple times, "Is it all mixed now?" And she'd tell me, "Not yet!"

When I asked her the final time, she told me, "That's messed up."

Take 3

At nap time today, Bella kind of tried to tell me a knock knock joke. We don't tell a lot of jokes around the house, so I was surprised. I tucked her in and she said, "Knock, knock." I said, "Who's there?" She said, "No one." I gave her a kiss and told her to have a good rest.

Then tonight while she's eating her dinner, she turns to her dad and says, "Knock, knock." I had not told him of the earlier joke, so he was equally surprised. This joke ended much the same way. But Andrew said, "So you like knock, knock jokes, huh? Wel, knock, knock."

"Who's there?" Bella says.

"Banana."

"Banana who?"

"Knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"Banana."

"Banana who?"

"Knock, knock"

"Who's there?"

"Banana..."

"Dada, it's supposed to be orange now."

DOH! Schooled by a 3 year old. Orange you glad I told you the banana joke?