3-year-old: We had to color inside the lines the WHOLE time. Me: 3-year-old: I need to lie down.
Because her hips won't lie.
His lips are moving.
He needed the dough.
I have no-eye-deer! (Unless you're a dad, you may need to sound it out)
3-year-old: Woof woof. Me: Horses 3: Neigh. Me: Pigs 3: Sizzle sizzle. Somebody understands bacon.
My 3-year-old asked as she woke me from a nap by poking me in the eye.
Chihuehue
4: McDonalds The end
A man steps out of line and replies "I guess diet and exercise didn't work!"
She was on her pyramid. Stolen from Whose Line Is It Anyway.
An attack dog in a preschool.