Poor thing never had a chance
Morris: “Milo, whatcha drawing?”
Milo: “A T-Rex fighting a unicorn. That’s you riding on the T-Rex’s back.”
Morris: “OH YEAH! Unicorn, you’re going down!”
Posts Tagged: Morris – 4 years old
Super Bad
Morris: “Hey Mom! When you’re done working, do you want to play Super Bad Bros? I mean, Super Bad Brother and Sister?”
Me: “YES. So long as I get to be the super baddest of them all.”
Morris: “YEAH! SUPER BAD BROS!!!”
Ix-nay the um-wiggling-bay
Morris: “Mommy, come watch the Bubble Guppies video with me!”
Me: “After I finish the dishes, sweetie.”
Milo: “I’ll watch it with you.”
Morris: “Okay!”
Milo: “But if it has any guys butt wiggling, I’m running upstairs to hide in my room!”
Me: “Wait a minute — YOU’RE scared of a little butt wiggling?”
Milo: “YES! BUTT WIGGLING IS VERY, VERY SCARY.”
Me: “You have honestly shocked me.”
Not sure if this was a self-esteem building success or failure
Morris: “I feel like an idiot!”
Me: “Don’t feel like an idiot — feel like a genius!”
Morris: “I feel like a genius poo!”
Me: “Don’t feel like a genius poo — feel like a genius MAD SCIENTIST. That sounds like much more fun!”
Morris: “I feel like a GENIUS MAD SCIENTIST POO!”
A call for stricter imaginary gun laws
Milo and Morris are at the breakfast table, building guns. Morris hands me an attached assortment of building blocks. “Here’s your gun, Mommy.”
I aim it at him and start shooting. “Pew! Pew! Pew!” Then I shoot Milo. “Pew! Pew! Pew”
Morris: “But Mom, we’re your sons!”
Me: “That’s why I’m shooting love bullets.”
Morris aims his gun at me. “I’m shooting BOMB bullets.”
Me: “But I’m your mom!”
Morris: “Duck!”
I duck. He shoots over my shoulder. “Boom!” Then he looks at the cupboard behind me. “Uh oh. I broke a glass.”
Guess I’m more predictable than I thought
This is what happens every day when Morris comes home from daycare…
Morris: “Mom, DON’T FREAK OUT.”
Me: “Oh. Hi, Morris. You’re home.”
Morris: “Okay, you can freak out now.”
Me: “YAY! MY SWEETIE BUM IS HOME!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”
Morris: “I knew you would say that.”
Cue Inigo Montoya
Morris, riding his scooter up the street as we walk Milo to the bus stop: “I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT! I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT! I’VE GOT PASSION IN MY PANTS AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO SHOW IT! I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT! I’VE GOT PASSION IN MY PANTS AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO SHOW IT, SHOW IT!”
Milo, rolling his eyes: “He’s soooooooo complicated.”
At least he didn’t choose Max Power
Morris: “Bopalee, bopaloo, bopalee, bopaloo…”
Me: “I like your singing, Morris.”
Morris: “My name is not Morris anymore.”
Me: “It’s not?”
Morris: “No! It’s STORM.”
Me: “Really.”
Morris: “Uh huh. I’m SERIOUS.”
Me: “…”
Morris: “Why are you laughing?”
A kiss by any other name
Milo and Morris are laughing as they wrestle each other on the couch.
Milo: “You’d better not kiss me again!”
Morris: “I’m not. I’m just going to put my lips on your lips.”
Milo: “Okay. Wait… That’s a kiss! Aaaaaagh!”
Morris: “Ha ha ha ha ha!”
Anyone want in on a class action suit against LMFAO?
Morris, for the millionth time this week: “I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO SHOW IT!!!”
Me: “I know! I know you’re not afraid to show it!”
Morris: “… AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO POOP IT!”
Me: “Okay, that I didn’t know.”
