tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65843272927190460092024-03-19T09:41:58.667-07:00Brockeriffic - words of a little boyRobynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-18334520717477799452016-05-13T09:50:00.002-07:002016-05-13T09:50:20.111-07:00When your kid is creepyBrock, bickering with a playmate: "You are being mean to me today. But
you should know, I have a dark side. And I'm older than you."<br /> Playmate: "Well, I'm 5."<br /> Brock: "I'm 5, too, but I'm two months older, and like I said, I have a dark side."Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-87149303923321829742016-05-08T16:28:00.000-07:002016-05-08T16:28:22.772-07:00Gold diggers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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is a "plan" Brock has drawn up for spotting gold diggers when he starts
dating someday. Basically, he plans to tie a coin to a string and see
if they try to pick it up. If so, he pulls the coin back and finds
someone else. He's 5, people.</span></span>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-63730872343950925212016-05-08T15:47:00.000-07:002016-05-08T15:47:07.214-07:00That's gonna be one long signatureBrock: " 'Bigger and better' is my middle name!"<br /> Me: "I thought your middle name was 'cold.' " (from earlier today)<br /> Brock: "I have lots of middle names. Remember 'Poopface McGruder?' "Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-8526903831681064482016-05-08T15:44:00.001-07:002016-05-08T15:44:07.528-07:00But what if your personality sucks?Brock (5): "I'm sad I have this big, purple bump on my head. (*sigh*) But at least I still have my personality. "Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-78679438833367253792016-05-08T15:36:00.001-07:002016-05-08T15:36:03.683-07:00What about bloody snowmen?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brock (age 5): "I was painting and thought, 'maybe it should rain blood.' Then I
thought, 'No, too violent. Maybe it should just rain snowmen."Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-35081859507607780712016-04-23T09:17:00.002-07:002016-04-23T09:18:18.807-07:00Smack talk<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Brock (5), to his ball as he prepared to tee off :<br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">"What should I make with this scrap of paper? Maybe a creative wig. You're right...too obvious."</span></span></blockquote>
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-20944248144588573752015-11-07T09:57:00.003-08:002016-04-23T09:21:34.384-07:00When miracles become nightmaresBrock (age 5):<br />
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"Last night, I was telling my fish goodnight. I said, 'Goodnight
my little nightmares.' Then I thought, 'nightmares? No, that's not
right. What's the word? Ah, yes. Miracles. Goodnight my little
miracles.'"</blockquote>
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-69805628089038966012015-09-15T12:18:00.000-07:002015-09-15T12:19:02.378-07:00Oh, no problem then.Brock,5, in backseat: "Wow. I can't believe how much sand is in my shoes!"<br />
Me: "Wait, are you just dumping sand out all over the floor of my car??"<br />
Brock: "NO! Geez. I'm dumping it on the seats."Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-85868474505010800792015-09-15T12:09:00.001-07:002015-09-15T12:09:20.541-07:00How dare IBrock, who turned 5 two months ago, just accused me of trying to take away his dignity. <br /> (In case
you're wondering, I asked him to put a washcloth in the hamper since he
was already on his way to put some clothes in there.)Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-65239756493798759112015-09-15T12:07:00.004-07:002015-09-15T12:09:47.666-07:00Broken heartBrock (5) got sent to his room, and when I went up there a little later he
asked if I would help him draw a heart. Then he held it up and I thought
he was going to tell me he loved me. Instead, he ripped it and told me
that was just like how I just broke his heart when I punished him. The
drama with this one.<br />
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Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-30005072582683553622015-06-01T20:28:00.001-07:002015-09-15T12:09:38.237-07:00Chop chopMe (as we leave pool): I remember when I was a kid and swimming made me hungrier than anything else!<br />
Brock (almost 5): More than chopping down trees?<br />
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I will have to get in touch with my inner lumberjack and get back to him, I guess.<br />
<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-81167973776828387012015-05-05T22:21:00.000-07:002015-05-05T22:21:01.347-07:00Why, thank you!Brock (4), poking my boobs:<br />
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"Those are like pillowy soft baby butts."</blockquote>
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Someday, he will be horrified when I tell him these things. Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-88500736408333571132015-03-22T10:35:00.002-07:002015-03-22T10:35:49.681-07:00Easter is canceled<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Me: uh-oh.<br />
Brock: what?<br />
Me: there was a dead rabbit in the street. Hit by a car.<br />
Brock, nonchalantly and seriously: oh, it's probably the Easter Bunny.</blockquote>
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-79015425843310483742014-10-10T17:17:00.000-07:002014-10-10T17:17:03.155-07:00The best things come in HUGE packagesBrock, age 4: "The best gift is family. Now, some people might hear that and wonder
how a bunch of people fit in a box, but really it's just something you
SAY."Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-12899870098497042812014-07-01T19:33:00.002-07:002014-07-01T19:33:06.659-07:00Ka-Ching!We were leaving Smith's and there was a boy at one of those change
machines. It was counting his change, making that plink-plink sound, and
Brock says loudly, "Boy, that guy is really gambling A LOT!"Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-81580187446592462372014-06-25T21:03:00.001-07:002015-09-15T12:10:56.767-07:00No comprende<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Me, getting Brock (3) dressed: "We're going to go for a casual look today. Casual means 'relaxed and easy.'"<br /> Brock: "So 'casual' is Spanish for that?"</span>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-54841930987809835052014-06-06T21:26:00.002-07:002015-09-15T12:11:47.442-07:00Close, but ...Brock (3) was rambling on about something and then: "... and we will use the bodies for firewood." <br />
Me: "What? We'll use bodies for firewood?" <br />
Him: "Yeah." <br />
Me: "Where did you learn that?" <br />
Him: "Caillou. They did it on Caillou. Oh, wait. No, it was trees they used for firewood."Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-49470337648054823252014-01-12T23:25:00.002-08:002014-01-12T23:25:08.781-08:00Just a light beating, please<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Mark (teasing Brock): "I think you need a spanking."<br />Brock: "No! I don't! Or, if I do, I need a soft one."</blockquote>
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-31014863777550006032013-12-23T21:11:00.000-08:002013-12-23T21:11:20.056-08:00Dem toofas<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<b>Brock:</b> Do I have more teeth above these ones?<br />
<b>Me:</b> Yes, they will come out in just a few years. Then the tooth fairy will come!<br />
<b>Brock: </b>The tooth fairy is creepy.<br />
<b>Me: </b>Well, maybe I could act as the go between, because it is kind of creepy that she comes in your room while you sleep. You could give me the tooth, and she'll give me the money and I'll pass it on to you.<br />
<b>Brock: </b>No. The tooth fairy is creepy and I have plenty of money already.</blockquote>
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-41719013458671789112013-11-29T19:08:00.001-08:002015-09-15T12:12:41.192-07:00Hungry?Brock (3) was washing his hands tonight. He wanted me to stay there with him.<br />
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"Stay! ... Stay for lunch!"<br />
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long pause ...<br />
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"I've just always wanted to say that."Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-41505152701531905492013-11-21T18:55:00.004-08:002015-12-12T21:19:40.920-08:00My thinking finger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"I need to put my finger on my face because I'm thinking hard about
something. (Pause) Hmmmm. Maybe I need to try my other finger instead."</span></span>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-80634856878509330772013-10-24T18:39:00.003-07:002013-10-24T18:39:32.520-07:00Thank goodness for iPhone calendars for toddlers ...<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Brock: "Good news! I have some time to play with you right now."</span></blockquote>
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Brock, on painting: *Sigh* "It's more work than fun."Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867249469926856376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584327292719046009.post-71710356575269254692013-08-29T20:57:00.000-07:002013-08-29T20:57:02.051-07:00Describing the scribbles on a picture he drew at school<blockquote class="tr_bq">
"Mommy! Look at my picture! This is the booger that fell out of my nose, and so is this!" </blockquote>
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