“Snack?”
“You’re hungry, sweetie? What can I get you?”
“[mumblemumble] crackers.”
“Okay. Do you want goldfish crackers?”
“No!”
“Fine, geez. What crackers do you want?”
“Grandma crackers.”
“Grandma crackers? Did grandma give you special crackers this weekend?”
“Grandma crackers.”
I pull out every type of crackers we have – Wheat Thins. Stoned Wheat Thins. Carr’s. Organic Stoneground Wheat…
“No! Grandma crackers.”
“Sweetie, I’m sorry, I don’t know what grandma cra…ohhhhh wait. Do you mean these?”
Oh my gosh! That is too cute!
hee hee thats sweet.
Now that is one smart little lady.
Hmmmm I want some Grandma Crackers too. >>She’s so cute. I’m sure her Grandma would love to hear this story.
Hey, I love those, too.
The daddy at your house may be a nicer mommy than you are, but you are still a much nicer mommy than I am. I think we’ve got an old box of Rosemary and Olive Oil Triscuits that suffices as “crackers” here.
Hey, you speak toddler! Very cute!
Mmm…now I have a hankering for some graham crackers. Maybe I’ll call my grandma and tell her to send some over here post haste!
I love grandma crackers! And you, my friend, keep an awful lot of crackers in your house. Or maybe I just keep too few?
Yup! Cinnamon beats Wheat Thins ANY day! 😉
This is like how my son calls hammers “Ambers” after his aunt . . .
Errrr…at least they say “Nature” on them. That means healthy, right?! 🙂
very nice!
Cute!
are they made with real grandmas?
I had a similar conversation with my three year old a few days ago. My husband bought him some sort of generic cereal then hid it in a cabinet we rarely use. He kept asking me for Kangaroo cereal and I kept offering Total, Kashi, oatmeal…finally I opened the cabinet he pointed to and there was a giant bag of puffed corn cereal with a blue kangaroo on it. Of course.
I love it. I’m glad I’m not the only one who goes through this. >>Dawson demanded “joop joops” one morning. It took me twenty minutes to figure out he was saying “Fruit Loops” because my mother has a box at her house. All we had were Cheerio’s.
When I finally brought Bug home from the hospital, Fric and Frac had spent almost a year in the daily care of my dad, so I could be with the baby.>>It was an adjustment and I was riddled with guilt. To compensate, I tried to jump through all the damn hoops they showed me.>>But I couldn’t figure out why they kept asking for jelly beans. I would give them some, they would look at them and then have a fit, because those weren’t the jelly beans Grampa gave them. (They were four and three.)>>I bought every damn type of jelly beans I could get my mitts on. None of them worked. >>I was at my wit’s end and my kids were starting to morph into demons about the damn mysterious jelly beans.>>Finally, I phoned my dad up and asked him what type of jelly beans he gave the kids.>>His response:>>Canned baked beans.>>Fucker. Who calls those things jelly beans?
I don’t know which comment cracked me up more-Lara’s Addams Family reference, or Redneck Mommy’s!
Elizabeth – I’d call it a tie! If either of you want to guest blog any time…
Too cute! I’ve had many conversations like that with mine. Frustrating at the time but funny once I figure it out.
LMMFAO @ GRANDMA CRACKERS ! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
lady, if you ever asked me to guest blog for you i think i would literally fall over and piss myself with the sheer shock of something so amazing happening to little ol’ not-even-a-mommy me. honest to god, i want to push you out the door to a vacation now, just so i can guest blog for you. how does aruba strike you? or fiji? or even the marriott down the street? 😉
I love “kidspeak”.>>Carrie
Yes, I’ve had quite a few conversations like that myself. They’re so funny — kids get really offended if you don’t understand what they’re talking about too.
Are they great-grandma crackers when you use them to make s’mores?
Haha!>>I had a goofy mis-hearing story from dinner today, except that I have no excuse (well, maybe a noisy restaurant) because the speaker was an adult. He was explaining that he’d worked on technical systems so old that they held mag-amps . . . and I heard “maggots” – talk about confusing.