Not so funny funny story.
A couple of days ago, I was sitting with Jada on the couch when Leyton walks into the living room with a tator tot. Not a tator tot from the freezer or from his plate...but from the OVEN! Like, straight out of the oven! He opened the oven door and plucked a tot off the scorching hot pan. He walks up to me and says, "Blow on this Mom. It's hot!"
After a few minutes of trying to explain to him that he is never to get into the oven I decided to see how much he was paying attention.
Me: "Leyton, who is allowed to get into the oven?"
Leyton: "Mommy and Daddy."
Me: "Right. What will happen if you get into the oven?"
Leyton: "I will get burned....and cooked."
Me: "Right."
Leyton: "Me not a cheeseburger, Mommy!"
Where do they come up with these things?!
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