Friday, May 29, 2009

May Treyisms

These are a little early but I have a busy weekend ahead so I thought I should get them posted. Enjoy!


1. "I want to op". Translation: he wants to mop using one of his favorite toys, the janitor cart. Grandma lets him op her patio. The only problem is he has been known to pee on the patio so he can op it again.
2. "I'm a MAN!" he declared after peeing off the edge of the patio. (Of course his thomas train underpants were twisted around his ankles as he said this)
3. Picture this: family gathered around the table, aunts, uncles, the works. Someone comments what a nice boy Trey is. About that time, we all glance out the patio doors. There's Trey. Well, at least his bare butt. Guess what he's doing. (It seems to be a theme of this months' stories.) He finishes sprinkling the yard and catches us all looking at him. "What?" he asks innocently.
4. "Sister doesn't like toys" he said as he sat in a pile of her toys and she sat crying on the other side of the room.
5. Trey was insisting he wanted to eat at King Burger. I finally figured out he wanted Burger King.
6. I found Trey leaning over Kayelynn making this awful "phlipht pphhhlipppphhht" noise. I inquired as to what he was doing. "I'm teachin' sister to spit!l
7. When we rode out to wade in the creek, I took off our shoes and we rolled up our pants. "We're naked! We're naked!" he sang. 8. Trey is getting to be a pro at pooping in the potty. But he thinks he has to inspect the product when he's done. After having a looser than normal stool he declared, "oh no! My poopies melted!"
9. Trey is learning some spanish. When reviewing numbers I held up 3 fingers and said "tres, like you are". He laughs and says "I'm not tres! I'm Trey Stroud!"
10. Grandma took Trey to McDonalds one night while Rex and I went to do rounds on the inmates. One of Grandma's friends asked Trey where mom and dad were. "They at jail" he told them matter of factly. Grandma had some explaining to do then!

1 comment:

Marcy Weyer said...

And here I thought weekends were reserved for dates, not trips to the jail. Heeheehee. Again, I hope you are writing this all down somewhere so one day you can write that book and make your million. Have a good weekend. Off to mow if rain will allow.

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