Class picnic

Playing.... hiking... eating... sums it up.

Conversations at bedtime.

Pickle: I think that's so STUPID.
Momma: Pick a different word. I don't like stupid.
P: How come?
M: Who taught you the word stupid?
P: Daddy did, how come Daddy can say it?
M: Daddy shouldn't say it, next time you hear him say it remind him he shouldn't say it.
P: How come?
M: It's not a nice word, it's a mean word.
P: Ok. Can Daddy say shit?
M: No. And neither can you.

Over heard at the playground last night.

Pickle: (sob) (sob) (Sob)

Little boy on slide:  Why are you crying?

P:  (sob)  I'm crying (wail) because my mom won't let me have a dog and I REALLY want one!  (total break down)

lbos: Oh.... I have a dog.

P: (sniff) can I walk him?