Sitting down to breakfast before heading to school, Cooper took a bite of his oatmeal. "Ow! That's hot. I think my tongue is on fire."
(Looks at his oatmeal thoughtfully for a moment)... "I guess God's back in heaven now."
Robin: "What?"
Cooper: "You know. That story... 'When God is in heaven all of our tongues will become fire."
(We still have no idea what he's talking about)
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Cooper's Urban Dictionary IV
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tough crowd for George Washington
Looking at her dollar bill:
Lillian: “Dad, why did George Washing get killed for having pony tail girl hair?”
Me: “He wasn’t killed. He died of a bad disease, something to do with his throat I believe. Also, back then, many men had hair like that.”
Lillian: “I think he looks like a girl.”
Me: “Not a very pretty girl.”
Lillian: “Well I think he’s pretty.”
Cooper: exasperated moan “Ah! George Washington was such an annoying reader and a tree cutter downer too! He ran around in the woods cutting down everyone’s trees.”
Me: “What do you mean an annoying reader?”
Cooper: “He read ALL THE TIME, and he wouldn’t let anyone else read while he was reading.”
Me: “What makes you say that?”
Cooper: “I saw the movie.”
So there you go. The father of our country was a cross-dressing, manic lumberjack, with a strange intolerance for people reading near him.
Lillian: “Dad, why did George Washing get killed for having pony tail girl hair?”
Me: “He wasn’t killed. He died of a bad disease, something to do with his throat I believe. Also, back then, many men had hair like that.”
Lillian: “I think he looks like a girl.”
Me: “Not a very pretty girl.”
Lillian: “Well I think he’s pretty.”
Cooper: exasperated moan “Ah! George Washington was such an annoying reader and a tree cutter downer too! He ran around in the woods cutting down everyone’s trees.”
Me: “What do you mean an annoying reader?”
Cooper: “He read ALL THE TIME, and he wouldn’t let anyone else read while he was reading.”
Me: “What makes you say that?”
Cooper: “I saw the movie.”
So there you go. The father of our country was a cross-dressing, manic lumberjack, with a strange intolerance for people reading near him.
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