Wiley is standing on sofa.
Wiley: (singing some tune) Come on, let's break it down.
Me: Wiley, what are you saying again?
W: Come on, let's break it down.
Me: And what exactly do you mean by 'let's break it down.'
W: I mean come on and sing.
Me: Oh, so when you say 'let's break it down' you mean it's time to sing?
W: Yes, and it means you can dance.
Me: And where did you learn that?
(I was betting on Aunt B)
W: Well, when I was in your tummy, before I was born, God was making me. He told me that when I get my mommy and come out of her tummy that when it is time to dance with her, I'll say 'let's break it down.'
Me: So, God told you to say 'let's break it down?'
W: Yes.
(pause)
W: So, come on Mommy, let's break it down.
I just revisited this to confirm, and I quote:
Me: Tell me again who told you to say 'let's break it down.'
W:God of course. When I was in your tummy. Before I was born. Why do you keep forgetting this?
4 comments:
OH MY GOSH.
that just made my day. nay, my week!
i can't wait to break it down with yall next spring :)
ditto puck!! i cannot stop laughing. "c'mon, let's break it down" ... clearly those crib dance parties had a lasting effect.
Ah I heard this post was a funny one, and it was even better than I imagined :) I wish I could break it down with y'all right now!!!
hahaha...oh heavens. Lord only knows what baby numero dos will have in store for you :) love you squeals
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