CASEY: (yelling) Tickle me! Tickle me!
ME: Shhh!
CASEY: (whispers) Tickle me. Tickle me.
ME: Hold on, I gotta get dressed before we go swimming.
JACK: It’s not called a dress It’s called a swimming suit
Meanwhile Casey is over here calling his a “swim soup”
Every time Casey finishes a book he enthusiastically calls out “AMEN!” instead of “The End”.
So my husband passionately hates Sour Cream and Cheddar chips. (I know what’s up with that??) One day he was trying to indoctrinate my child away from liking those chips by referring to them as “stinky fart chips”. Not only does Jack still like those chips, but now he permanently calls them “fart chips”.
JACK: Can I have fart chips with my sandwich?
CASEY: (every time he’s about to go down the slide) Here come me!
Jack insisted on wearing his underwear backwards. When my husband asked why he said
JACK: Because I don’t like the pocket in the front.
CASEY: (rolling on the couch) I’m a wiggly, wiggly worm!!
One night Jack called out to in terror. Dan rushed in and asked what was wrong.
JACK: (crying) I can’t count to zero!
DAN: … No one can count to zero. Go back to sleep.
ME: Hey. I love you.
CASEY: Oh, I glad.
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