“Mommy! I LOVE Dicks!”
(the store, and that’s my point)
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My name is Melissa Strickland and I have no filter. My kids’ names are Madison and Savanna, and being that they belong to me, they also do not have a filter. They have been known to say off the wall things to people and are constantly making someone laugh. I look forward to my Timehops everyday to see if I posted anything funny that they said that I couldn’t remember. I plan to write them all down in a journal and give it to them when they leave the nest (which is never sooooo I suppose I’ll be keeping it).
Madison is so invested in learning. She is quick to pick up new lessons at school, she loves to read, and she loves telling me what time it is. I ended up buying her a Finding Dory watch a couple of months ago and she has to have it on pretty much all of the time. Last week, Michael (my husband) and I took the kids to dinner before he left for ten days to the field. Michael and I were in the front seat talking and Madison was just playing with the light up switch on her watch. All of a sudden we hear,
“Y’all, it’s 4:20.”
Michael and I looked at each other as if we were hit by a train.
“Y’all, it’s 4:21 now.”
THERE IS THE RELIEF. THERE IT IS. NOT TODAY SATAN.
Michael and I were trying so hard not to laugh. Madison’s pure heart had no idea that what she said was entirely inappropriate for a six year old. Because, well, to her it is just another hour and minute. We didn’t make it a big deal because we didn’t want her to see that specific time had caused a reaction out of us. But holy moly, what a scare!
Savanna Grace, my silly child, has always had a hard time pronouncing the ‘L’ sound. So imagine my excitement when she learned the word “clock”. (I’m rolling my eyes right now) Guys. The struggle was and IS still real with this. We were in Hobby Lobby last spring and if you’ve ever been to Hobby Lobby, you know that they have an isle dedicated to clocks. I should have realized, I should have KNOWN not to go down that aisle with Savanna. But I did.
“WOAHHHH, that’s a HUGE COCK! Do you see that cock?! That’s a small cock and that’s a big cock!”
I can’t even make this stuff up. My face was bright red and the few adults around me were practically in tears and I just wanted to die. I obviously told them that she can’t pronounce the ‘L’ sound yet and they were totally understanding.
Another time recently, we were at dinner and Michael was talking about going to see a movie after. Madison told us that she wanted to go see a movie also and so we told her that it was only for adults and that kids her age weren’t allowed in. Then she blurts out to the whole restaurant, “AWWWW, but I LOVE adult movies!” Oh, the stares. No, we do not let our children watch “adult movies.”
I’ll leave this here:
So there’s that.
The truth is, my kids are hilarious. The things that come out of their mouths now makes for a good story when they are older. They are still learning what they can and cannot say and everyone starts somewhere, right? They have learned that it is not okay to tell Mommy’s best friend that her arms are squishy. They have learned that they cannot sneak pictures of Mommy’s butt while I’m changing before a Target run and then show the customer service my behind via my phone. Yes, that’s a true story.
And you know what? Sometimes, it’s amazing that my six year old is willing to tell people why it’s important to recycle and not litter. We cannot “hurt the planet” and help save it instead. She is so passionate about that and it’s so cute to hear those words coming out of her mouth. She’ll also name off everything that God is doing during different weather scenarios. When it’s raining, according to Madison, God is crying because little girls are mean to their mommies OR he is taking a shower. When it’s windy, God is hula-hooping. When it’s foggy outside, God forgot to turn the fan on during his shower. It never gets old.
That, y’all, is why I love the shit my kids say.