<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:48:02.536-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='family home evening'/><category term='illness'/><category term='Little Guy'/><category term='I love You'/><category term='Temple'/><category term='Little Man'/><category term='children'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Thomas'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Katherine'/><category term='store'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='children&apos;s humor'/><category term='2010'/><category term='bedtime'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='memory'/><category term='school'/><category term='Heidi'/><category term='Kaylee'/><category term='life'/><category term='Baby boy'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='father and son'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='church'/><category term='arts and crafts'/><category term='food'/><category term='Smartie Pants'/><category term='dinner conversations'/><category term='family'/><category term='T-man'/><category term='Love'/><category term='language translation'/><category term='Sleeping Beauty'/><category term='Ethan'/><category term='mom humor'/><category term='Slide show'/><category term='BYU FOOTBALL'/><category term='Car ride'/><category term='questions'/><category term='youtube.com'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Sunshine'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Make Me Laugh Kid</title><subtitle type='html'>Give it your best shot</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6140160249089060820</id><published>2012-02-05T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:26:16.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hid ..."e"  what?</title><summary type='text'>
The other day Ethan was being really cute with Esther and came up rubbing her face gently and so sweetly said, "Esther, you are so hideous."    He had no clue what it meant until I explained it to him and then he said, "Mom, you are hideous!"  All I could do was laugh! 
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Tonight during Family Home Evening, Kaylee announced that she went skating for 4 hours on Saturday.  And I jumped in and said, "And she hasn't complained about hurting from it either."  And then Kaylee said while pointing to her calf, "Except for right here, but that's normal."  And then I said, " So just your calf hurts?"    

Then Heidi says, "She doesn't have a baby cow!"  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4505345943231563210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4505345943231563210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4505345943231563210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-pains.html' title='Normal Pains ..'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7186116667369441362</id><published>2012-01-23T20:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:08:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!!</title><summary type='text'>
The other night we were eating dinner, and I had a bowl of shredded cheese sitting right next to me while I was holding Esther.  And I looked away for less than a minute and the little creature reached up and grabbed the bowl and dumped it on me.   And we all laughed, then Ethan comes up and gently pats Esther's hand and in his cutest little excited voice says,  "Yay Esther you had your first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7186116667369441362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7186116667369441362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7186116667369441362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1697016665309382303</id><published>2012-01-20T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:17:08.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Just this morning Ethan was getting dressed.  He put on his pants and then put on the socks I gave him.  He came walking out and his pants were tucked into his socks.  I said, " Ethan your pants are tucked into your socks."  after waiting a few seconds I then said, " You look so silly, you are such a clown!"  

He stood up and started walking away, while saying ... "No - You are a clown!  You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1697016665309382303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-this-morning-ethan-was-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1697016665309382303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1697016665309382303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-this-morning-ethan-was-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-4203350252584117617</id><published>2012-01-20T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:14:06.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
The other day Heidi was looking at an envelope in my car that was in the glove box for a while but ended up on the dash instead of back in the glove box.  She looked at the envelope which read " Mr. &amp; Mrs. Chris and Wendy Randolph"  

She said, " Why does it say Mrs.?  You aren't a teacher or anything."   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4203350252584117617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/other-day-heidi-was-looking-at-envelope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4203350252584117617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4203350252584117617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/other-day-heidi-was-looking-at-envelope.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8007696585175313464</id><published>2011-10-28T09:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:19:47.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Punching...</title><summary type='text'>
I just realized I've neglected to put a lot of our "funnies" on this blog from this year.  Oops...

Here's one from the other day:

Ethan was crying and said, " Thomas punched me in the stomach with his foot!"  


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While taking two of my kids, (Heidi and Thomas) to their summer reading camp class the other morning, Ethan was along for the ride and asked, " Is it Tuesday?" 

I said, "Yes! You are right!"

And then Thomas asked, " Is tomorrow Friday?"

I said, "No! We just had Friday a few days ago.  We still have the rest of Tuesday, Wednesday and then Thursday before we get to Friday."

He then said, " So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8244740760671883731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2011/06/days-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8244740760671883731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8244740760671883731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2011/06/days-of-week.html' title='Days of the week...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1416903493250390540</id><published>2011-06-15T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:05:39.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Popcorn anyone??</title><summary type='text'>
So while I took Ethan to his Start Smart Baseball practice last night, I was wearing flip flops.  And then out of the blue he says, " Mom, your flip flops sound like popcorn popping!"  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1416903493250390540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2011/06/popcorn-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1416903493250390540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1416903493250390540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2011/06/popcorn-anyone.html' title='Popcorn anyone??'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3784083532581097184</id><published>2010-11-10T21:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:55:48.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>School Time ...</title><summary type='text'>Heidi and Thomas were telling me about an assembly that they had at school a few days ago, and after asking Heidi what they did she said, " Oh they just did a few skitches"   I think she combined sketch and skit.  I about died laughing.  

She also was doing a math fact homework page, and had me check the answers.  She did great !! I read the first 5 problems and they were all right and then I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3784083532581097184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3784083532581097184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3784083532581097184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-time.html' title='School Time ...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3186040584920035684</id><published>2010-11-10T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:53:13.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom humor'/><title type='text'>This is all me ....</title><summary type='text'>I was at a meeting, and said, " I just want to spend my December watching HOT movies."  I had the whole group of ladies laughing, and I started to feel embarrassed because I meant to say, " I want to spend my December watching good movies, and drinking HOT chocolate"
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3186040584920035684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-all-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3186040584920035684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3186040584920035684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-all-me.html' title='This is all me ....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8553264447599722692</id><published>2010-11-06T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:40:36.836-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><summary type='text'>While Heidi was getting ready for school and getting ready at a very slow pace, I encouraged her to "HURRY UP!" and she came back with, "I'm going as fast as I want to!"  rather than the typical 'I'm going as fast as I can."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8553264447599722692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5513161500010476769</id><published>2010-11-06T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:35:44.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Bathrooms and tu-tu's</title><summary type='text'>While standing outside the bathrooms in a local store, Ethan told me which door was for the girls and which one was for the boys.  I asked him how he knew, and he pointed to the girl one (the picture) and said, that "this one has a tu-tu and (while pointing to the other picture/door) and that one doesn't have a tu-tu".   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8293943257524575995</id><published>2010-11-01T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:49:09.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Which Man?</title><summary type='text'>Mom said to Thomas, " I sure love my little man. "
Thomas said, " Ethan's your little man!"
Mom said, "Then who are you?"
Thomas said, " Your big man!"
 Mom said, "Then what's daddy?"
Thomas said, "Your GIANT man!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8293943257524575995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/which-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8293943257524575995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8293943257524575995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/which-man.html' title='Which Man?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1010658458348783912</id><published>2010-11-01T07:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:46:02.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Crackers Burp ...</title><summary type='text'>While at church Ethan burped during the meeting.  
Katherine: " Ew, that's gross Ethan!" 
Ethan: "That wasn't ME! It was the crackers!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1010658458348783912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/crackers-burp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1010658458348783912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1010658458348783912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/crackers-burp.html' title='Crackers Burp ...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-138667700391878473</id><published>2010-10-28T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:40:39.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Go to bed....</title><summary type='text'>Me:  Heidi Go to Bed!

Heidi: But Mom, you don't know where I am?  Where am I? 
Me: You're in your room by the heater vent (I was in the kitchen washing some dishes)
talking into the vent. Now get in your bed!!
Heidi:  DARN IT!!  

I think she was quite surprised that without seeing her, I knew exactly where and and what she was doing.  Besides, I could hear her voice echoing through the heater </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/138667700391878473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-to-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/138667700391878473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/138667700391878473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-to-bed.html' title='Go to bed....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6197836947594967789</id><published>2010-10-05T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:16:12.202-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Overheard...</title><summary type='text'>Random things I've overheard my kids say:

While in the dollar store this evening Ethan was picking out a treat.  He said to Thomas, " I'll share with everyone, except you."

Then a little later Thomas said this to Chris, " Dad, can I have all the pennies you get back?"  .....
After Chris paid for the stuff, he got back his change.  He split up the pennies and handed Thomas two, and then gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6197836947594967789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/10/overheard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6197836947594967789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6197836947594967789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/10/overheard.html' title='Overheard...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5679022694033411760</id><published>2010-09-30T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:36:46.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>And he speaks ...</title><summary type='text'>Out of the blue..Ethan (3 years old) said, " I'm going to be a Dad."
I said, " Really?  Are you going to have your own kids someday?"
He said, " Yes, I'm only gonna have four tids"  and he thought about that and changed it to.." A LOT OF TIDS! And there's gonna be lots of chairs for the boys!  And there won't be any girls and NO MOM!"

Yes, this may sound somewhat hurtful and mean, but it wasn't.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5679022694033411760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-he-speaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5679022694033411760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5679022694033411760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-he-speaks.html' title='And he speaks ...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5894722075647623830</id><published>2010-09-27T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:49:04.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Banana talk...</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure every kid has done this...but for some reason tonight I thought it was incredibly funny.

He wanted a banana and asked if he could have one.  I said, "Go ask Daddy".   So he ran off and asked his dad, and came back and said, "Dad said yes!" 

I got up from the chair I was on, and went to double check, because Ethan makes things up sometimes, and Chris said it was fine if he had one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5894722075647623830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/banana-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5894722075647623830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5894722075647623830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/banana-talk.html' title='Banana talk...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2082201297807742646</id><published>2010-09-25T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:03:29.489-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Fishing ....</title><summary type='text'>While getting ready to go fishing with his Dad, I noticed Thomas was wearing his swim trunks on a morning that was a bit chilly.  I asked him why he had them on, and he said, " In case I fall in!"  

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2082201297807742646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2082201297807742646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2082201297807742646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/fishing.html' title='Fishing ....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6110033517320142604</id><published>2010-09-21T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:57:03.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Colored Eyes</title><summary type='text'>The other morning Heidi woke up with some gunk in her eyes and they were kind of sealed shut.  Fearing that it was pink eye I kept her home.  Thomas overheard me talking with one of the kids when I was saying that she might be getting pink eye.  He piped in with, " Don't you mean a black eye?" 

Just recently Heidi did have a black eye, it was big, puffy and bruised so Thomas didn't know anything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6110033517320142604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/colored-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6110033517320142604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6110033517320142604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/colored-eyes.html' title='Colored Eyes'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2298409993841938314</id><published>2010-09-21T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:54:16.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>The finger ..</title><summary type='text'>The other day I was having a conversation with Kaylee. And I actually cut her off by using a gesture with my hand.  This was what followed. 

Kaylee, " Mom, it isn't fair I was trying to talk to you and you just gave me the finger..."  I was busting up laughing already.  But she did follow it up with .." that says to be quiet".  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2298409993841938314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/finger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2298409993841938314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2298409993841938314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/finger.html' title='The finger ..'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7345847565120941172</id><published>2010-09-13T00:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:34:50.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Mall Talk</title><summary type='text'>Just the other day Heidi said, " Mom, let's go to the Mall!" 
Ethan chimed in with, "We can't! We don't have any tickets." 

That kid of mine cracks me up!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7345847565120941172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/mall-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7345847565120941172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7345847565120941172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/09/mall-talk.html' title='Mall Talk'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1920667897490826108</id><published>2010-07-25T13:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:10:39.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Getting Dressed...</title><summary type='text'>Just this morning I was getting Ethan dressed for church when he so seriously said, Mom, I have a hole in my shirt.   

What?  A Hole?? Where??  

He showed me the hole... it was the space between the buttons on his shirt. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1920667897490826108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-dressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1920667897490826108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1920667897490826108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-dressed.html' title='Getting Dressed...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6788860992378473545</id><published>2010-07-10T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:53:21.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Sick or Hungry??</title><summary type='text'>We were driving to Walmart today, and saw a family out with puppies they were trying to sell or give away.  Of course, all the kids were oowwing and awwing and then as we turned into the parking lot Katherine very pointedly says..." I'm so puppy sick".     

Chris chimed in with, " I think you mean Puppy hungry"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6788860992378473545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/07/sick-or-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6788860992378473545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6788860992378473545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/07/sick-or-hungry.html' title='Sick or Hungry??'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-9137431032392174390</id><published>2010-05-04T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:04:21.942-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>OH BABY</title><summary type='text'>Talking about the idea of having another baby, Kaylee said that we should.  And then Heidi said, "Yeah, let's have another boy!" 

I said,  "But Heidi, we can't guarantee that it will be another boy" 
Katherine said, " Yeah, maybe it'll be TWINS!" 
I said that she could do that when she is the mom. 

Then Kaylee said, " You should have Quintiplets"      


FYI:  Quintuplets is really how you say/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/9137431032392174390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/9137431032392174390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/9137431032392174390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-baby.html' title='OH BABY'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6518841786463156517</id><published>2010-04-03T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:48:45.325-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Resourceful sharing...</title><summary type='text'>After doing an Egg Hunt at one of the local grocery stores, T-man wanted to share some of his candy with each of his three sisters.  So he figured out which pieces he wanted to share with them, put them back into an egg, and laid them on their seat in the van. 

A little while later, he was telling me, "  Mom, I shared my candy with the girls and I put them in the eggs I got, so I reused them. "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6518841786463156517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/04/resourceful-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6518841786463156517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6518841786463156517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/04/resourceful-sharing.html' title='Resourceful sharing...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6632710880940531154</id><published>2010-04-03T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:44:22.309-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>How old...</title><summary type='text'>We were telling Ethan that in 1 week from today he'd be 3! He got all excited. Then Heidi asked, " How old would Ethan be in dog years?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6632710880940531154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6632710880940531154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6632710880940531154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-old.html' title='How old...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1314946340983919484</id><published>2010-03-17T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:48:43.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Will you remember... ?</title><summary type='text'>A random conversation or rather question: 
From Sunshine Girl,
"Hey Mom, When I'm married will you remember my name? "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1314946340983919484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-you-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1314946340983919484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1314946340983919484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-you-remember.html' title='Will you remember... ?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5522356303033586156</id><published>2010-01-21T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:40:14.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Did you know... ?</title><summary type='text'>While watching a newscast and hearing about flooding in California, one of the kids asks "Where?"  and Thomas replies with "Probably on the grass."  

(So the child who asked where actually meant Where in California) 

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And later while tucking in Ethan for bedtime,  I put both my hands on his face and looked into his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5522356303033586156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5522356303033586156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5522356303033586156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know... ?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5035633795180194610</id><published>2009-12-05T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:47:52.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas might be cancelled.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday (Dec 4th) while driving to pick up the girls from school. 

 (in the most pathetic, I don't feel good voice possible) 
Thomas:  I don't feel good Mom.  I think I'm going to be sick on Christmas.  (slight pause) I think we'll have to cancel Christmas.

Mom:  WHAT?? Cancel Christmas ?? Are you crazy.  Why?  

Thomas start laughing like crazy.  And he kept a serious sick looking face the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5035633795180194610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-might-be-cancelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5035633795180194610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5035633795180194610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-might-be-cancelled.html' title='Christmas might be cancelled.'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6057629428674592188</id><published>2009-12-05T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:45:13.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Great Job</title><summary type='text'>Mom:  "You did such a great job getting your picture taken today Ethan. And you looked so handsome!" 
Ethan:  "You too Mom!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6057629428674592188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6057629428674592188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6057629428674592188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-job.html' title='Great Job'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7374906631262823019</id><published>2009-12-03T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:02:01.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Pronunciations.... matter but make really great comedy bits...</title><summary type='text'>I love little kids when they are learning how to pronounce things: 

Ethan: "No mom!! I want a noman cup!"  translation = I want a snowman cup

Thomas: "I want to look at the constructions on the back"  translation = I want to look at the instructions on the back.  

These boys keep me laughing quite a bit!!  (Just wish I'd remember to be more vigilant about documenting all this)  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7374906631262823019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/12/pronunciations-matter-but-make-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7374906631262823019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7374906631262823019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/12/pronunciations-matter-but-make-really.html' title='Pronunciations.... matter but make really great comedy bits...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1669994335237941175</id><published>2009-11-29T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:14:25.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Flybys...</title><summary type='text'>Earlier today we saw three military type helicopters fly overhead, and Little Man saw them, and pointed and say "B I Joe!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1669994335237941175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/11/flybys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1669994335237941175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1669994335237941175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/11/flybys.html' title='Flybys...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2369757573796625548</id><published>2009-11-15T11:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:41:15.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smartie Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Can you say this?</title><summary type='text'>The other night we went out to dinner with my parents and some of my siblings, and Smartie Pants says, " Your daughter is a carnval!"    she meant to say Carnivore. 

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Just last night we were driving to my in laws and Wendy said,    "That's a snow plu."  .  And the kids and hubby were gone in laughter.   oops.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2369757573796625548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-say-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2369757573796625548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2369757573796625548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-say-this.html' title='Can you say this?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-4356238441630620657</id><published>2009-11-02T09:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:12:38.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Boys will be boys...</title><summary type='text'>So while out Trick or Treating the other night:
Thomas, "  My bag is getting full, but I WANT MORE!!"

Then after coming home from a school carnival the other night, the boys were with Chris.

Dad, " So who's still awake?"
Ethan, " Not me."
Thomas, " I am!"
Dad, " So who's asleep?" 
Ethan while pointing to Thomas, " He is!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4356238441630620657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/11/boys-will-be-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4356238441630620657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4356238441630620657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/11/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8878058274551438355</id><published>2009-10-09T00:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:37:56.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><title type='text'>Little Man moments...</title><summary type='text'>Little Man, has such a personality anymore.  His latest thing, is to wear the recently found/discovered black cape that I made a few Halloweens back, and run around as if he's flying. And of course, playing right along is T-Man, and he is playing the part of Bat Man, and Little Man plays the part of Bat Boy. 

Little Man also likes to run ahead of all of us, when we're going to the car, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8878058274551438355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-man-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8878058274551438355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8878058274551438355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-man-moments.html' title='Little Man moments...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-218878867025115786</id><published>2009-10-09T00:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:33:46.821-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smartie Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>A music lesson...</title><summary type='text'>Just the other day after school was over and the everyone was back at home, Sleeping Beauty said that she needed to take in 2 cups of powdered sugar so that she can take it to music.    So I'm thinking,  Music.... Fudge....    WHAT THE HECK DO THEY HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER??      So Smartie Pants standing close by ( who does know the note names) says,   "They're making fudge in music, because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/218878867025115786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/218878867025115786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/218878867025115786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-lesson.html' title='A music lesson...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8689286644287156606</id><published>2009-10-09T00:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:29:34.154-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Notches....</title><summary type='text'>During General Conference weekend this year. 

T-man came up to Daddy during one of the sessions with a book, and asked him to read it. 
Daddy then came back with, " But I can't read you a book and listen to conference at the same time."   Which Thomas responded with, " Then turn it down a notch!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8689286644287156606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/10/notches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8689286644287156606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8689286644287156606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/10/notches.html' title='Notches....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2720333153976667187</id><published>2009-07-20T10:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:55:44.721-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>What?</title><summary type='text'>The other night while we were eating dinner Thomas said this,  "Hey we did that last night, a long time ago"

He remembered we had done something, but I'm not sure he has the right vocabulary to get his idea and thoughts across.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2720333153976667187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2720333153976667187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2720333153976667187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-4983676151221928194</id><published>2009-07-02T21:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:33:56.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>I'm ... (whoever)</title><summary type='text'>My kids were watching CASPER, and they have this practice of calling out who they are. Meaning they call out the characters and say "I'm ..... (whoever it is).   So as the kids start doing this ... all the sudden Thomas calls out... "I wanna be STINKY!"    ( one of the ghosts name is Stinky). I couldn't keep from laughing.  This boy cracks me up ALL the time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4983676151221928194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-whoever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4983676151221928194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4983676151221928194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-whoever.html' title='I&apos;m ... (whoever)'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7014135692150086429</id><published>2009-06-09T15:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:17:16.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Fishing...</title><summary type='text'>Chris said that he'd take the kids fishing tomorrow (Wednesday June 10) to Footprinter's Pond.  Which is only about 5 minutes from our house. 
Thomas spoke up, " Can we go to the Mississippi, PLEASE!!!"   

Which is easily a day and half's drive for us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7014135692150086429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7014135692150086429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7014135692150086429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishing.html' title='Fishing...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-4020325546892866719</id><published>2009-06-08T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:19:32.648-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Who's Underwear?</title><summary type='text'>Today while the kids were folding up laundry.

Heidi was holding up a pair of "boys underwear" .

She asked, " Mom, who's are these?  Thomas's or Ethan's?" 

I could tell how small they were and said, "They're Ethan's."

"Are you sure? Because they have Thomas's name all over them."

(They just happened to be some Thomas the Train Underwear that
had the name Thomas all over the underwear as part </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4020325546892866719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/whos-underwear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4020325546892866719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/4020325546892866719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/whos-underwear.html' title='Who&apos;s Underwear?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1481763059274287894</id><published>2009-06-07T00:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:17:09.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smartie Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Faulty Fart???</title><summary type='text'>The other night Smartie Pants was trying to say: " It's not my fault."
But it came out as this:  "It's not my fart."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1481763059274287894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/faulty-fart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1481763059274287894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1481763059274287894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/faulty-fart.html' title='Faulty Fart???'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8774100926128171474</id><published>2009-06-07T00:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:15:53.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Is your Mom There?</title><summary type='text'>Sunshine (6yr) answered the phone today.
On the other end: "Is your Mom there"
Sunshine : "No, But do you want to talk to her?"

*** I was sitting right beside her when this happened. My friend relayed the conversation back to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8774100926128171474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-your-mom-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8774100926128171474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8774100926128171474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-your-mom-there.html' title='Is your Mom There?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-924535037119780372</id><published>2009-05-14T17:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:54:42.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><title type='text'>Cookie Nuts</title><summary type='text'>On our trip the other day, T-man was getting upset at Sunshine and screamed out while crying, " She took my cookie nut"    He was holding a nutterbutter cookie that is shaped like a peanut.  He always cracks me up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/924535037119780372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/cookie-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/924535037119780372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/924535037119780372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/cookie-nuts.html' title='Cookie Nuts'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3043814876035299542</id><published>2009-05-02T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:50:08.856-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Too Fast...</title><summary type='text'>Chris usually sings to the boys at night, and once in awhile they sing in our room while laying on our bed. This was the conversation that took place tonight:

Kaylee: Thomas, do you want to go in Mom and Dad's room to sing songs tonight?
Thomas:  No Kaylee!!  I don't want to go in there. 
Kaylee:  Why?
 Thomas:  Because I fall asleep to fast in there. 

Singing in my room is what they did last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3043814876035299542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3043814876035299542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3043814876035299542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-fast.html' title='Too Fast...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1101657432452684217</id><published>2009-04-11T23:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:47:48.776-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine'/><title type='text'>Tippie Dozens</title><summary type='text'>Just the other day I overheard Thomas say this about Heidi who was walking on her "tippie toes".  

Thomas said, " Look she's on her tippy tips! "   he was apparently way excited about it. 

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Then earlier tonight while I was boiling eggs for dying (because Easter is tomorrow and I forgot about this until yesterday)  Katherine was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1101657432452684217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/tippie-dozens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1101657432452684217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1101657432452684217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/tippie-dozens.html' title='Tippie Dozens'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7074315158803990694</id><published>2009-03-24T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:25:51.926-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Guy'/><title type='text'>What's in your ear??</title><summary type='text'>Just this morning I decided look into Little Guy's ear, and Thomas asked, "Does Ethan have Potatoes in his ear?"   I said, " Yep, it sure looks like it"  He said, " How big are they? "


Now this might not seem so funny to the innocent reader but before you go skipping past here, the background info :    When I take my kids to the doctor for a checkup the one that we like to go and see always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7074315158803990694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-your-ear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7074315158803990694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7074315158803990694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-your-ear.html' title='What&apos;s in your ear??'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5509503159087612561</id><published>2009-03-10T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:47:43.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Road age</title><summary type='text'>The other day we were driving to Grandma and Grandpa Randolph's house in Santaquin and once we got off the exit Chris asked T-man if he could tell him how to get to their house.  So T-man was telling his dad what to do, and Smartie Pants decided to interfer and try and tell him what to say.  He didn't like her doing so, and said, " Hey, I'm the mapper!" 


A few weeks before that, I was in my van</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5509503159087612561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5509503159087612561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5509503159087612561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-age.html' title='Road age'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6690007825619068151</id><published>2009-01-28T12:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:07:38.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Always funny, T-man</title><summary type='text'>Background info:   I have my mail slot right in my front door. So when the mail is delivered it comes right into the house.  


So this morning when the mail came, T-man got all excited and ran over to the door.  He saw that a bunch of "ads" came and said,   " Mom, we have to go grocery shopping."  

Only we don't.   He just see's the ads and just automatically thinks it means we're going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6690007825619068151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-funny-t-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6690007825619068151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6690007825619068151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-funny-t-man.html' title='Always funny, T-man'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7824765135203628604</id><published>2009-01-27T13:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:14:37.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Crazy silly kids</title><summary type='text'>The other night this was said,

Katherine:   "Dishes are .... a privilege.  And I don't think I've earned it yet." 




Different day this was said, 

Katherine,  " Here Thomas let me help you."  
Thomas,    " Why will I make a mess?"  

A little later ..... 
Mommy, " Go ahead, Thomas you can do it." 
Thomas, " No, I might MAKE a mess."  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7824765135203628604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-silly-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7824765135203628604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7824765135203628604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-silly-kids.html' title='Crazy silly kids'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3269284130842147079</id><published>2009-01-15T12:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:16:28.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>....</title><summary type='text'>Lately whenever I go into a store, my two boys start running behind me and scream the tarzan like scream while running down the isles. And now Little Guy ( used to be called Little Monster) will run down the isle and band his hands on his chest while running and making the sound.


(Just something cute I don't ever want to forget)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3269284130842147079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3269284130842147079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3269284130842147079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3830990810496077063</id><published>2009-01-15T12:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:12:28.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Chores</title><summary type='text'>I had clothes that needed to be folded and dishes that needed to be washed, I proceeded to tell the girls that they couldn't do something or have something ( I can't remember now) until they did one of these.  Sleeping Beauty came back with, " I'm not folding the dishes!"   


She hates to do any chores at all -- so she said this with her whiny don't want to do it voice,  and made all of us laugh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3830990810496077063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/chores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3830990810496077063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3830990810496077063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/chores.html' title='Chores'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7827738484031546612</id><published>2009-01-15T12:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:09:15.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Don't Listen to...</title><summary type='text'>The other morning I was trying to get the kids ready for school and had cut up some strawberries to be eaten for breakfast that morning.   I made sure I told ALL the kids to not eat them until everyone was dressed and ready for school.  

I was in the living room, helping Sunshine with her belt and then I looked to the kitchen and saw that the older two girls and T-Man were in eating on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7827738484031546612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-listen-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7827738484031546612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7827738484031546612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-listen-to.html' title='Don&apos;t Listen to...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7294412346432068263</id><published>2009-01-15T12:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:04:17.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine'/><title type='text'>What are you doing??</title><summary type='text'>Just the other day I was getting ready to leave or switch laundry and walked into our laundry room and found Katherine in there opening the bag of croutons.  I asked her what she was doing and she simply said, "  Being a thief."

Everyone likes to eat on the croutons, and she wasn't supposed to be eating on them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7294412346432068263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-you-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7294412346432068263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7294412346432068263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-you-doing.html' title='What are you doing??'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2146886954055950818</id><published>2009-01-15T11:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:02:04.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>SPIDER</title><summary type='text'>Jan 6, 2009    

Just a few minutes later Kaylee's screaming in the Living Room   "SPIDER!!! " 
It got away under the couch so I tried to move the couch to find it.  T-man asks Kaylee, " Are you Scarry?"   



( Instead of Are you scared?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2146886954055950818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/spider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2146886954055950818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2146886954055950818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/spider.html' title='SPIDER'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6381001125907965206</id><published>2009-01-15T11:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:58:08.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>More of T-Man</title><summary type='text'>I actually have a few funnies to share again, 

FIrst one being something like this: 

The other night Chris and I were trying to have a discussion and T-man kept screaming and yelling at me to get my attention but I was trying to talk with Chris at the same time.  Well after starting to really get mad at me, T-man said very loudly, "MOM, ZIP IT!" 


  ( he wanted his coat zipped)


The next one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6381001125907965206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-of-t-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6381001125907965206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6381001125907965206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-of-t-man.html' title='More of T-Man'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2259976910784352495</id><published>2008-12-30T10:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:11:16.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>A few good laughs</title><summary type='text'>Okay so it's been a while since I've posted anything here.   But I have been keeping track kind of here a few more recent things that have taken place.  


Sunday morning:    T-Man was trying to grab clothes out of his closet to get dressed for church.  He did great.  Almost.   He grabbed some pants hanging in the closet only to find out that they were his sisters, and placed in the wrong closet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2259976910784352495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-good-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2259976910784352495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2259976910784352495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-good-laughs.html' title='A few good laughs'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8285945396199607875</id><published>2008-10-26T14:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:41:27.994-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Where are your hands??</title><summary type='text'>Sunshine  was laying on the floor with her Daddy, and had slipped her hand to the inside of her pants.  Daddy told her to get her hand out of her PANTS,  when she so boldly said, " They aren't in my pants, they are in my underwear"  

Can't help the innocence of a child now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8285945396199607875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-are-your-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8285945396199607875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8285945396199607875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-are-your-hands.html' title='Where are your hands??'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-791760892994429472</id><published>2008-10-26T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:39:37.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Utahns</title><summary type='text'>I heard Sleeping Beauty just the other night at dinner say this: 

" Hey Mom, I know how Utahns got their name.  "

"You do? How"

" Croutons"   --- 

Then commensed much laughing.  (mostly on my part and DH)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/791760892994429472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/utahns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/791760892994429472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/791760892994429472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/utahns.html' title='Utahns'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-9003594516677271523</id><published>2008-10-24T08:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:56:18.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby boy'/><title type='text'>Waddles</title><summary type='text'>Just this morning Sunshine said, " I think he's (baby boy) is going to be a Penguin" 

I'm thinking   WHAT?? 

Then she said, " Because he waddles!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/9003594516677271523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/waddles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/9003594516677271523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/9003594516677271523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/waddles.html' title='Waddles'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2559143178299940444</id><published>2008-10-22T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:23:09.134-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>6 years.</title><summary type='text'>The other night T-man kept saying that he hurt.  Well once I realized where (his private) I asked how long it had been hurting like this.  And as quiet and confident as he could say -- mind you he is only 3 1/2  he said,    "6 years" .   DH and I just laughed for a little while because it was so stinking funny to us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2559143178299940444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2559143178299940444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2559143178299940444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-years.html' title='6 years.'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1187427487206896965</id><published>2008-09-29T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:58:15.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Nursery Fun!!</title><summary type='text'>Thomas is just so stinking funny!!  

I was the Nursery Teacher at church yesturday and the kids were about to do singing time, and when they do this they are sitting on little rugs that are rectangle shape.  So Thomas sat on just so -- so that he could bend the edges up around him.  He shouted out "Look MOM!! I'm a HOT DOG!"     I couldn't stop laughing !!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1187427487206896965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/nursery-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1187427487206896965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1187427487206896965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/nursery-fun.html' title='Nursery Fun!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7868247969721258971</id><published>2008-09-15T13:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:30:52.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Popped up</title><summary type='text'>Thomas just cracks me up: 

This morning, I was taking my kids to school and he noticed that the sun hadn't quite risen above the mountains yet and said, "  Mom, the sunset's gonna pop up." and then once he could see it he said, " the sunset popped up!" 

Then last night at my inlaws he said this when I had him wash his hands, " Mom, what kind of soap is this?   Laundry soap?"  after I laughed, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7868247969721258971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/popped-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7868247969721258971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7868247969721258971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/popped-up.html' title='Popped up'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8613629604378254258</id><published>2008-09-13T18:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:54:10.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU FOOTBALL'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8613629604378254258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-cougars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8613629604378254258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8613629604378254258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-cougars.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2425191170991663244</id><published>2008-09-13T12:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:40:38.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Dead Meat...</title><summary type='text'>While picking up my kids from a Primary activity today Katherine was stalling and not coming right away.  I said (mostly to myself) but Thomas heard me say,  " Katherine is dead meat!"  and he came back with, " Yeah, she's dead meat,  so we can eat her, right Mom?"



Plus the other night for FHE we were singing I love to see the temple and there is the line that says ,  " A place of love and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2425191170991663244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2425191170991663244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2425191170991663244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-meat.html' title='Dead Meat...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5685902712637017793</id><published>2008-08-21T23:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:54:28.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Some Recent Funny Stuff !!!</title><summary type='text'>****CAUTION ::  Reference made to male anatomy -- so read on only if you're comfortable. ****

Thomas who is 3 1/2 and is working on going to the bathroom (hopefully by himself REAL SOON!!)  discovered that Heidi looked different then he did.  Now all he can say is "Heidi has a different penis" 

And referring still to that region of the body: 

The other night I was giving the boys a bath and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5685902712637017793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-recent-funny-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5685902712637017793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5685902712637017793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-recent-funny-stuff.html' title='Some Recent Funny Stuff !!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6048843664533237674</id><published>2008-06-19T09:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:53:39.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Grrrrrr</title><summary type='text'>I took Ethan to get his belated 1 year pictures taken even though he is 14 months now, and while we were in the studio trying to get the pictures taken, he started 'growling' at the photographer he did it a few times in a row and then she said, " Wo! he's gonna hock a loogie (sp?) at me!"   Because that is exactly the sound he was making.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6048843664533237674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/06/grrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6048843664533237674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6048843664533237674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/06/grrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrr'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-73189096632006269</id><published>2008-06-19T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:48:44.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Talk to you later.</title><summary type='text'>I was tucking Thomas into bed last night and was kind of talking with him, and at the end I covered him up and said, " I'll talk to you later"  and Thomas looked at me funny and said, in a whisper voice while snickering, " Mom, you said ' talk to you later' "   And then he just died laughing.  Because I guess I don't normally say that to him at bedtime.  So because he thought it was so funny and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/73189096632006269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/06/talk-to-you-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/73189096632006269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/73189096632006269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/06/talk-to-you-later.html' title='Talk to you later.'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1217491614421404009</id><published>2008-06-19T09:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:46:04.686-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Wrong Feet</title><summary type='text'>We were headed to my inlaws on Father's Day and Thomas has been putting his own shoes on. He happened to put them on the wrong feet.  I noticed and said, " Thomas, you have your shoes on the wrong feet!"   So he crossed his feet and said, " Now they aren't!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1217491614421404009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/06/wrong-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1217491614421404009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1217491614421404009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/06/wrong-feet.html' title='Wrong Feet'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-302453863476348141</id><published>2008-05-19T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:24:00.337-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Flowers...</title><summary type='text'>On Mother's Day last week, Heidi saw the flowers I had in a vase.  I told her that we were going to take them to Grandma's today.  She came back with, "  Why? -- Is she going to die?" 

I couldn't help but laugh!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/302453863476348141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/05/flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/302453863476348141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/302453863476348141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/05/flowers.html' title='Flowers...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-32520527682712974</id><published>2008-04-25T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:04:09.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Laugh Fest ---</title><summary type='text'>Okay so I've actually be writing down the funny things that the kids have said over the last few days and here a few more:  

Just this morning:
Heidi had used the bathroom, and apparently didn't wipe or rather make sure she didn't have any pee left on her and slid off from the seat and left "pee wet marks" on the seat.  So Thomas was going to use the bathroom next and said," Heidi, you have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/32520527682712974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/04/laugh-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/32520527682712974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/32520527682712974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/04/laugh-fest.html' title='Laugh Fest ---'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8315057737409934776</id><published>2008-04-17T16:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:47:55.075-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><title type='text'>Belly Crack</title><summary type='text'>Yes so lately, Thomas has been going around and seeing any parts of the body that make a slight crease, and says, " I see your belly crack!!"   

And then later in the day he said, " there's no more belly crack, 'cause I ate it all!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8315057737409934776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/04/belly-crack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8315057737409934776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8315057737409934776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/04/belly-crack.html' title='Belly Crack'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1617015522870206651</id><published>2008-04-03T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:52:52.282-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>I got a 100 !!</title><summary type='text'>When I picked Heidi up from school today, she got into the car and was going through her homework folder and found a paper.  She got all excited and said, " MOM!! I GOT A 100!! " I asked, " On what?"    " I don't know, .... on a paper!"     

Then she told me that it was for her spelling test that she took this week.  But just to her how she was so excited about a 100 and didn't know exactly what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1617015522870206651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1617015522870206651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1617015522870206651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-100.html' title='I got a 100 !!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8518758437143346254</id><published>2008-03-24T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:47:08.464-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>I know my name....</title><summary type='text'>A few things happened this last week that I thought were very funny!!!  These both happened on Friday March 21, 2008  --- 

1st one:   We had picked up some chocolate candies that we could give to my niece and nephew that we were going to see just that afternoon.  I opened the bag so we could put a few pieces into little cute party bags and then we put the leftover candies into the original bag.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8518758437143346254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8518758437143346254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8518758437143346254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-my-name.html' title='I know my name....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7197373622332650412</id><published>2008-03-12T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:27:36.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you wash ...?</title><summary type='text'>Last night after Thomas got his bath he was walking into the livingroom with his towel wrapped around him waiting to get his pajamas on. 
Chris was laying on the floor and asked, " Are you done with your bath already?"
And Thomas said, "yes!"
And Chris asked him, " Did you wash your hair ?" 
Thomas answered, "YES!" 
Chris: " Did you wash your bootie crack?"
Thomas said, " Yes" 

--- and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7197373622332650412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-you-wash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7197373622332650412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7197373622332650412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-you-wash.html' title='Did you wash ...?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6873898429525931017</id><published>2008-03-11T11:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:38:03.901-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Growing</title><summary type='text'>Sunday morning I was getting Thomas ready for church and he said, " Mommy, I want to grow another baby!"  --- "Let's grow another one!"   

I just had to laugh!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6873898429525931017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/03/growing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6873898429525931017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6873898429525931017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/03/growing.html' title='Growing'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6919626593419656557</id><published>2008-03-03T12:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:03:29.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Awwhhh</title><summary type='text'>March 2, 2008

We had some orange juice out to drink after dinner last night, and with Chris being sick we've been going through it like crazy, so Thomas saw Chris drinking some of it and asked why he was drinking it, and Chris said, " Because I'm sick" 

So Thomas started making a sound that indicated he wasn't feeling well, and lifted up his shirt and said, "see I'm sick too!"  

I guess he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6919626593419656557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/03/awwhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6919626593419656557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6919626593419656557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/03/awwhhh.html' title='Awwhhh'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7772661457741785970</id><published>2008-02-25T09:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:31:12.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><title type='text'>Learning My Name</title><summary type='text'>So last night I was tucking Thomas into bed, and he had kind of fallen asleep on my bed with Chris and after I grabbed him up and carried him, kicking and screaming to his own room, where Ethan the 10 month old little brother was already fast asleep. I laid Thomas down in the bed and covered him up with his "blankie" -- he started screaming because he wanted changed into his pajamies since he was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7772661457741785970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7772661457741785970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7772661457741785970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning-my-name.html' title='Learning My Name'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2754378877226822391</id><published>2008-02-22T17:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:56:43.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>I have an IDEA</title><summary type='text'>Just today:  Feb 22, 2008 

On the way home from picking up the girls from school, Thomas says out loud, " Guys, I have an idea!"  Then he says this:  " Lets go home, put on our swimming suits and go sledding!" 



And Heidi  had this to say later in the day:

I was asking my girls where the crepe paper rolls were, and Heidi found the red one.  I then said, " Do you guys want to help me decorate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2754378877226822391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2754378877226822391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2754378877226822391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-idea.html' title='I have an IDEA'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-451758711301623060</id><published>2008-02-05T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:40:09.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT MILK??</title><summary type='text'>My sister just recently had her third baby and Jacob, her oldest son who is 6, said this:  Mommy you have a gallon on each side!"   

Of course, she is nursing and the rest is self explanatory!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/451758711301623060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/451758711301623060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/451758711301623060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-milk.html' title='GOT MILK??'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-884539106777561039</id><published>2008-02-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:38:45.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We were driving home from Walmart this afternoon and Heidi was looking at her class list for Valentines, and Katherine was quizing her where certain kids names were on the list. She named a few and then asked "where's James?" 

Thomas pipes up with: " James is at home guys!" --- Because he got a train engine from Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends -- The red one named James  
 I of course </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/884539106777561039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-were-driving-home-from-walmart-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/884539106777561039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/884539106777561039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-were-driving-home-from-walmart-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6770836025575944898</id><published>2008-01-30T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:02:14.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>$$$$$$$</title><summary type='text'>Thomas said this to Katherine, "  I'll give you money if you give me a dollar" 

Isn't it crazy how they pick up on what money is at such a young age???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6770836025575944898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6770836025575944898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6770836025575944898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='$$$$$$$'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-800781967712329839</id><published>2008-01-24T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:14:22.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>What is this???</title><summary type='text'>Okay so we're at church the other day and I was sitting next to Thomas on the bench and I was holding Ethan.  At some point during the meeting I see Thomas taking his pointer finger and "wiping" something on the bench.  I saw a little something on the bench afterwards.  This was our conversation: 

Mommy: " was that a booger, Thomas?" 
Thomas: Just looking at mommy, with a "stupid" look on his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/800781967712329839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/800781967712329839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/800781967712329839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-this.html' title='What is this???'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3850416130067799820</id><published>2008-01-21T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:59:59.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Big Hands</title><summary type='text'>January 20th, 2008

Last night Thomas was saying goodnight to Chris and had come up and laid his hand palm down on top of his daddy's hand and then said, " I've got big fingers like you DAD!!"    even though his hand is a lot smaller.  It was so cute!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3850416130067799820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3850416130067799820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3850416130067799820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-hands.html' title='Big Hands'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7957640487964865513</id><published>2008-01-15T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:30:06.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Going Places ....</title><summary type='text'>January 15th, 2008
This morning a few fun things were said, while going "somewhere". It was "early" this morning about 8:30ish. We were driving to SCHOOL and Heidi and Katherine were having this conversation take place as we were about a half mile from the school.


Heidi : "Where are we going?"
Katherine: " To School"
Heidi: " This is a weird way to go"
Katherine: " This is the way we always go,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7957640487964865513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7957640487964865513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7957640487964865513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-places.html' title='Going Places ....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-1259889963288785223</id><published>2008-01-12T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:41:58.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Yesturday we were driving up to drop Heidi off at a Birthday Party and we passed a Chevron station --- While we were stopped at a light Kaylee looked over and saw it and said, " That's Cheveralon,  I remember that."  

I know I shouldn't laugh at my kids but it was just too darn funny.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1259889963288785223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesturday-we-were-driving-up-to-drop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1259889963288785223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/1259889963288785223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesturday-we-were-driving-up-to-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7336804032555648380</id><published>2008-01-08T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:29:59.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Presents</title><summary type='text'>Today I is Thomas's 3rd birthday.  So I asked him if he wanted birthday presents. 

This is what he said,  "  Yes, from Santa Claus !"  



Just as a side note: 

Last night we put him to bed and he kept coming out all through the night,  I wonder if we built up enough excitement in him that today would be his birthday and he just couldn't sleep because he was so excited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7336804032555648380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/presents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7336804032555648380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7336804032555648380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/presents.html' title='Presents'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-7666769867147764841</id><published>2008-01-07T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:54:19.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Eggercise???</title><summary type='text'>January 7th, 2008

Today I was going to do an "aerobic" workout at a local building with some other ladies and I had to take my boys with me.  I told Thomas that we were leaving so I could go exercise. 

He came back with , " We're going to get EGGS??"  

I think he thought I said " We're leaving so I could go eggercise."  

Or something crazy like that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7666769867147764841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/eggercise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7666769867147764841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/7666769867147764841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/eggercise.html' title='Eggercise???'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3813461458495241436</id><published>2008-01-05T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:51:29.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><title type='text'>Branded for life</title><summary type='text'> If you chance to meet a frown do not let it stay, quickly turn it upside down and smile that frown away, OR (have your sister stamp one on instead. ) 
 Poor little guy falls victim to many of the girls stamping their hearts or smiles out on him.   Heidi had come home from school one day this last week and was able to pick a prize out of the box at school and decided to get this smiley face stamp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3813461458495241436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/branded-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3813461458495241436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3813461458495241436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/branded-for-life.html' title='Branded for life'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/R4A7sHPwQuI/AAAAAAAAAqY/HPVAGPwFUdE/s72-c/100_1848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6524187394713873729</id><published>2008-01-05T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:23:12.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>I think ,,,,</title><summary type='text'>I was in the kitchen washing some dishes, or maybe I had started peeling some potatoes.  Kaylee had come in our back door and was taking off her snow boots and other attire, and started coughing.  We were on the other side of the door and couldn't see her but could hear her, and then as soon as Thomas heard the coughing sound he said, " I think Kaylee's going to throw up!"    I guess he's just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6524187394713873729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6524187394713873729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6524187394713873729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think.html' title='I think ,,,,'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2942213931617397914</id><published>2008-01-02T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:29:37.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Hand Clapping</title><summary type='text'>The other night, Ethan was sitting in his high chair eating on some crackers, and while the rest of us were around the table eating dinner, he made the loudest and longest fart I've ever heard him produce. As soon as he was done with that he looked at us and got a big smile on his face and started to clap his hands. 

Of course, clapping his hands he just learned how to do this last week around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2942213931617397914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/other-night-ethan-was-sitting-in-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2942213931617397914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2942213931617397914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/other-night-ethan-was-sitting-in-his.html' title='Hand Clapping'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-6762172413025011946</id><published>2007-12-21T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:19:58.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>Dancing balloons &amp; Santa Claus</title><summary type='text'>Today December 21, 2007 

We were driving along a road and came to one of those "houses for sale" signs -- the kind advertizing new subdivisions of some kind. Well attached to the sign were some balloons that had strings on them. Well when we drove past the sign Thomas said, " those balloons were dancing! " 

The wind was really strong and blowing them around pretty wildly.


Just this last week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6762172413025011946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/dancing-balloons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6762172413025011946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/6762172413025011946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/dancing-balloons.html' title='Dancing balloons &amp; Santa Claus'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-2352192227066360521</id><published>2007-12-21T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:14:29.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This happened just this morning: 

Katherine: " Thomas, are you going to be scared when we go swimming in Idaho, at the hotel? " 

Thomas:  " No, I'm gonna be a guy."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2352192227066360521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-happened-just-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2352192227066360521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/2352192227066360521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-happened-just-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3038319866878522437</id><published>2007-12-19T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:51:31.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><title type='text'>What??</title><summary type='text'>On Monday December 17th, I went to the school to pick up Kaylee because she was feeling sick. So I went to tell Katherine not to wait for Kaylee after school. She said, "Okay" then Katherine's friend, Bryanna came to me and said, " My family is going to Texas this week. Can Katherine come with us?" 

I tried not to laugh out loud. But it was sweet of her to think of Katherine. Here's a picture of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3038319866878522437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3038319866878522437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3038319866878522437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/what.html' title='What??'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/R2lKxHPwO7I/AAAAAAAAAag/cVdH-utQ9Qo/s72-c/100_1616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5851505147494379985</id><published>2007-12-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:02:42.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family home evening'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other night for FHE, Thomas had the refreshments.  So I had him help me make some Peanut clusters for the treat.  The ingredients are peanuts and chocolate chips.   I let him help me pour the chocolate chips into the bag and then I melted them down in a pot over the stove.  Once they were melted I brought the pot back over to him and asked him how it looked??  I then had him pour the peanuts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5851505147494379985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/other-night-for-fhe-thomas-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5851505147494379985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5851505147494379985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/other-night-for-fhe-thomas-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-5514058067925737865</id><published>2007-12-11T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:56:44.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>This looks like .....</title><summary type='text'>Last night for dinner I had a pan with brown gravy mixed up and Thomas and Katherine almost at the same time said, " This looks like chocolate !"    Too bad it really wasn't.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5514058067925737865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-looks-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5514058067925737865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/5514058067925737865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-looks-like.html' title='This looks like .....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-8885466335018372442</id><published>2007-12-11T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:36:42.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick up these .....</title><summary type='text'>This morning, while I was trying to get Thomas dressed, I asked him to come over to me from the front of the couch.  He had left out some toys from the night before and he tripped over them, and said, "  Guys, pick up these toys!"    

I just had to laugh because -- he was the one who played with them last night and didn't put them away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8885466335018372442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/pick-up-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8885466335018372442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/8885466335018372442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/pick-up-these.html' title='Pick up these .....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3476281157021435453</id><published>2007-11-27T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:20:21.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I'll get it ....</title><summary type='text'>The other day the kids wanted to have Macaroni and Cheese for lunch.  Thomas was so excited -- he ran over to where the pots and pans are kept, and said, " I'll get a pan!"  He grabbed one and came back and said, " Here, Mommy, I got one!"   I looked at what he had brought to me and saw that it was the "steamer" part of my pan set.   Now how cute is that.  Totally eager to help, excited about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3476281157021435453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3476281157021435453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3476281157021435453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-get-it.html' title='I&apos;ll get it ....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928765560859456402.post-3320279902994031853</id><published>2007-11-12T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:22:19.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><title type='text'>Freezing .....</title><summary type='text'>November 10th -- 

My five year old wasn't feeling well and said, 

"Mommy, this is weird." 

I asked, " What is weird?" 

While touching her arms, she says, " My arms are freezing cold," and then lays the back of her hand on her forehead and says, " but my here it's freezing hot." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3320279902994031853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/11/freezing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3320279902994031853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928765560859456402/posts/default/3320279902994031853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makemelaughkid.blogspot.com/2007/11/freezing.html' title='Freezing .....'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13585298758058959095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq06vUS66-E/SwOq5yv3BJI/AAAAAAAADwo/H9_UDcnoRA4/S220/101_1378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
