hyperbole

Lounging in bed this morning, Brian and I were discussing whether or not we should buy a baby gate.
Z: We've talked about this a million times! (Which is totally true.)

M: Hey, good hyperbole! Can you say hyperbole?

Z: Perbole, hi! Who's Perbole? Hi, Perbole!

boys

Last night Zoey was driving to a youth dance with me (Brian and Kaia were in the other car, coming to help me set up a few things):
Z: Mommy, what is a dance?

M: Well, when you're a little older you get to go to the church where they play fun music and you get to dance with your friends - and with boys! Doesn't that sound fun?

Z: Yes, well... mommy, I already have a boy.
M: You do? Who is your boy?

Z: You know his name mommy - it's Benjamin!

Today after church we were telling daddy about this conversation and he said, "I thought I was your boy." Zoey gave him a big hug and said, "You are my boy. Right now I have two boys!" Daddy just grumbled, "You're way too young to have two boys..."

more misunderstandings...

Tonight I asked Zoey to go tell Daddy that I needed him to bring up my paper cutter and BRADS from the basement.

Z: Daddy, Mommy needs her paper cutter and breasts from the basement.

D: Really?

Z: Yep, that's what she said!