This page began because my kids are freaking hilarious.
I started posting some of things my kids, known as B1 & B2, would say, usually first thing in the morning - hence the name - on other social media outlets, but we loved the really, really bad jokes so much, I decided to dedicate a page to them.
NB: No responsibility is taken by the proprietor of this site. You read at your own free will and at your own risk. :)
I put a smiley face on there to be cute and nice and all that, but seriously, AT YOUR OWN RISK.
You have been warned!
I started posting some of things my kids, known as B1 & B2, would say, usually first thing in the morning - hence the name - on other social media outlets, but we loved the really, really bad jokes so much, I decided to dedicate a page to them.
NB: No responsibility is taken by the proprietor of this site. You read at your own free will and at your own risk. :)
I put a smiley face on there to be cute and nice and all that, but seriously, AT YOUR OWN RISK.
You have been warned!
B1: Hey Mum, I'm going to buy you a goat.
Me: You're going to buy me a goat?
B1: Yeah. I'm going to buy you one of those goats that faint all the time.
Me: You're going to buy me a goat that faints?
B1: Yeah. I'm going to buy you a fainting goat and call him stinky.
Me: You're going to buy me a fainting goat and call him stinky?
B1: Yeah. I'm going to buy you a fainting goat, call him stinky and train him to think he's a ferret.
Me: You're going to buy me a fainting goat, call him stinking and train him to think he's a ferret?
B1: Yep. I'm going to buy you a goat, call him stinky and train him to think he's a ferret because I've always wanted a ferret named stinky.
Me: You're going to buy me a goat?
B1: Yeah. I'm going to buy you one of those goats that faint all the time.
Me: You're going to buy me a goat that faints?
B1: Yeah. I'm going to buy you a fainting goat and call him stinky.
Me: You're going to buy me a fainting goat and call him stinky?
B1: Yeah. I'm going to buy you a fainting goat, call him stinky and train him to think he's a ferret.
Me: You're going to buy me a fainting goat, call him stinking and train him to think he's a ferret?
B1: Yep. I'm going to buy you a goat, call him stinky and train him to think he's a ferret because I've always wanted a ferret named stinky.
B1: You know there's not enough spoons in the world Me: Hmmm B1: There's lot of forks but not spoons. Me: Hmmm B1: Do you know why? Me: (here it comes) Hmmm B1: Because there are more people in the world that give a fork but not a spoon unless it's me. I hardly ever give a fork. Me: ** hand over eyes, shaking head. |
Not quite the same, but still had to share...
So, this little bundle of girlyness comes bouncing over yesterday and calls, "who can say a poem without reading it?" There were lots of big smiles and more bouncing. "It's my homework," Little Pink declares. This is where all surrounding parental units mumble and look away. Where I start rubbing my hands together joyously. I've totally got this. Standing tall, shoulders squared I recite: 'There was a young farmer from Leeds, Who ate six packets of seeds, It soon became past, He was covered in grass, And couldn't sit down for the weeds.' I totally nailed it. |