Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 00:54:56 -0500
Reply-To: Joel Walker <jwalker17@EARTHLINK.NET>
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From: Joel Walker <jwalker17@EARTHLINK.NET>
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Subject: Fw: Out of the Mouth of Babes
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a lot of you folks have kids ... and some of you are still kids ... so
i'll pass this along as Frydaye Follies, Part Zwei. :)
> My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and
I was
> on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick
> lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining
room.
> While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course
> I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean.
>
> Then I realized that Matt had not asked to go potty in a while, so
> I asked him, and he said "No." I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that
> child has had an accident and I didn't have any clothes with
> me." Then I said, "Matt, are you sure you did not have an
accident?"
>
> "No," he replied. I just knew that he must have had, cause the
> smell was getting worse.
>
> Soooo......... I asked one more time, "Matt, did you have an
accident",
> This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread
his
> cheeks and yelled........."See MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS"
>
> While 100 people nearly choked to death on their tacos, he
> calmly pulled up his pants and sat down to eat his food as if
nothing
> happened. I was mortified.... but some kind elderly people made
> me feel a lot better when they came over and thanked me for
> the best laugh they had ever had!!!
>
> Ever notice how a 4 year olds voice is louder than 200 adult
voices?
>
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>
> Several years ago, I returned home from a trip just when a
> storm hit, with crashing thunder and severe lightning. As I
> came into my bedroom about 2 a.m., I found my two children in
> bed with my wife, Karey, apparently scared by the loud storm. I
> resigned myself to sleep in the guest bedroom that night. The next
day, I
> talked to the children, and explained that was O.K. to sleep with
Mom
> when the storm was bad, but when I was expected home,
>please don't sleep with Mom that night. They said OK.
>
> After my next trip several weeks later, Karey and the children
> picked me up in the terminal at the appointed time. Since
> the plane was late, everyone had come into the terminal to wait for
> my plane's arrival, along with hundreds of other folks waiting for
> their arriving passengers.
>
> As I entered the waiting area, my son saw me, and came running
> shouting "Hi Dad, I've got some good news!"
>
> As I waved back, I said loudly, "What's the good news?"
>
> "Nobody slept with Mommy while you were away this time!" Alex
> shouted.
>
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>
> At the beginning of a children's sermon, one girl came up to
> the altar wearing a beautiful dress. As the children were sitting
down
> around the pastor, he leaned over and said to the girl, "That's a
very
> pretty dress. Is it your Easter dress?"
>
> The girl replied almost directly into the
> pastor's clip-on mic, "Yes, and my mom says it's a bitch to iron."
>
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> A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. She
> stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut,
eating
> a snack cake.The barber says to her, "Sweetheart, you're gonna get
> hair on your Twinkie." She says, "Yes, I know. I'm gonna
> get boobs too."
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