Me (discussing pre-Easter holiday food shopping needs): Have we decided what we need to buy at the shops?
C (13 y/o): Ice-cream!
D (15 y/o): Yes - we need the tub with the three coloured ice-cream.
S: (9 y/o): Sometimes you can get it in only two colours.
S (9 y/o): I almost always announce when I fart. Even when I'm at home. I'm not going to lie about it.
C (12 y/o, shouted without context at the kitchen table): "Don't explode my chickens! I need them!"
I think it's something to do with Minecraft, possibly?!?
C (10 y/o): Go away and learn grammar!
Shouted to rebut some ludicrous and factually inaccurate aspersions his younger sister was attempting to cast in his direction. Solid come-back, boy-child ;-p
I have realised that some of the things my children say really only make sense in our own home, and only barely there...
S (9 y/o): "Can you fill the kettle for about four noodles, and, you know, push it down?"
Just the totally normal kind of conversation that my 9 y/o and I have.
S (9 y/o, sung completely unprompted, at full volume):
"What do you do with the drunken sailor?
What do you do with the drunken sailor?
What do you do with the drunken sailorrrrrr?
Put him in a French bag!"
Me: What's a French bag?
S: It's a bag. That's very French!
Me: Okay, but how do you know if a bag is a French bag?
S: It goes around saying, "French Bag! French Bag!"
Me: ...
S: And it has "French Bag" written on it.
