Twaddle-part 2

children watch very different against the world than we do. Sometimes surprising or endearing, often hilarious. Read below one more time in the collected sayings of the two sons of former ZeMama  
 -columnist
Iris Houx. ” We’re going to Grandma, just go pee, boy. ”
” but I don’t need. ”
” go now but, I’m sure there’s something comes. ”
” How do you know that now, it is not j ó your pecker? ”
 

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our youngest son sees a veiled Muslim walk: ” look Mummy, a Princess! ”
 

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” what are you doing? ” , I ask, as our oldest son in the garden to the air to peer while he runs a small booklet for his face keeps.  
he looks up. ” There flies all the time a police helicopter over our House and I try to fake! ”
” how? ”
” well, just, I like something for my eyes. Then they think that I am the crook. Real crooks have always a dash on their eyes? ”
 

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” I wish that the macaroni with cheese rained. Then I went with my mouth open in the garden are. ”  

 

 
* * * ” Mama, there is also a birthday party if you zero year? ”
” no, not really. ”
after a short silence: ” I already know Because you will be born on your birthday nulde. h è? ”
 

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After his head hard has come into contact with the floor: ” my brain do the happy yet though. ”
 
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” what remains papa’s mother still long gone h è? ” (either just ” Grandma ” )

 

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” Daddy’s sweet! ” said our youngest son while I   him in his clothes in the morning help. \  
” Yes, dad is sweet indeed. And dad then? Is mama also love? ”
” no, tomorrow. Tomorrow is Mommy sweet. Today Daddy. ”
 

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” Dad has taken off my shirt because I had it so hot. Look, now I walk here just in my bare armpits! ”
 

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” Mama, as Santa Claus later death, I want to be Santa Claus. ”
 

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  When filling out a
 
booklet friends ” who is your favorite pop artist? ”
” what is that? ”
” someone who makes you think very good music. ”
” Oh, then I know it though. That Mr. with that guitar, which is always at the C1000 State. ”
 

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During dinner I to my husband: ” my boss was really z ó cranky. ”
on which our son replies, ” Maybe he was angry because he didn’t go to his work wanted, but his mama had said he still had to go. ”
 

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” I wish Santa Claus didn’t exist because then I could be Santa Claus and you the zwarte pieten and then we went never dead. Because Sinterklaas is very old and who never goes dead h

è? ”

 

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” what are you weird, boy. You have to pee? ”
” no not at all. I’m just doing a pingu ï n after. ”
 

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our story over different time zones on Earth is good linger, so I notice if our oldest son has become with trouble waking one morning: ” I wish I could fly to Australia ë, then I could go to bed again. ”  

 

 
* * * Sitting on the back of the bicycle, he points to a bird that sits on the shoulder: ” I believe that bird ear infection. I cried very hard ‘ woof, woof! ” but he did not listen. ”
 

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” well ahead than, this is your final warning. But then you promise me now that you behave the rest of the day, ok

é? ”

” No. ”
” \ ‘ \ ‘ no what?! ”
” no Mommy, I can still not my eyes forward as to what all the rest of the day is going to happen? ”
 

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” Bah, this I do not want food. I find it dirty! ”
” Ho, Ho. We say here no \ ‘ \ ‘ \ ‘ \ ‘ bah and dirty, remember? ”
” J. I can also do anything that I find onlekker? ”
 

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” Jeez, what sound you have a cold. Is your nose sometimes clogged? ”
” no not at all. Just look: here he sits ” replies our son while on his nose  
 
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boyfriend: ” do you play with dolls? Surely this is for girls?! ”
” but this is a boy doll ” replies our son. ” Just look, he has a Dick. ” And he pulls the pants down where indeed to see some sort of  
  pecker is.
 
* * * ” look MOM, a platgetrapt snail cottage. ”
” happy. So to see was the snail there already from when it was platgetrapt. ”
” Yes. Perhaps fled.
for the war. ”
 

* * * our youngest son trying to clarify the nurse in the hospital that he has a peanut allergy, ” I must not nuts! I become very death of! ”
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the boys play together who am I?:
” it’s an animal. ”
” don’t know. ”
” it stands in a meadow, but you cannot drive away. ”
” don’t know. ”
” and it has thick stink buttocks. ”

 

” Papa! ”
 

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our youngest son is imminent on me last with a toy gun in his hand and a cloth bound for his mouth. When I ask what that’s doing there thing, he answers: ” Is a boevenslabber. ”
 

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” good morning, have you slept well? ”
” Yes. ”

” and you still have dreamed? ”
” Yes. ”

” Which you have dreamed then? ”
” cot. ”
 

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one day I say to our youngest son: ” do you know that sooner in mama’s belly sat? ” , to which he puzzled asks: ” but why? Had you eaten me? ”
 

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youngest son tells us During dinner about his day on the cr è che. He talks all the time about one Eefje, we don’t know. We put some questions to find out if it’s a new child in his group is or a miss. If he keeps saying that it’s a girl’s Mrs \ ‘ \ ‘ and no, I ask: ” But how do you know it is a girl? ”
” Because that did all the time messing with food!
a lot! ”
 

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during a party becomes clear what is the frame of reference of our young sons, when they both dead serious the year real space: \ ‘ Angry, angry birdsday birdsday to you to you! \ ‘ also read Twaddle part 1!This article was written by Iris. Iris was our regular ZeMama-columnist. She still writes on her own website   Miss Moneypenny Blogs. Do take a look   for more  

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