Got this cute email from a friend of mine from nursing school:

Today I was changing my shirt and Olivia spoted a few of my stretch marks.
Olivia:What are those?
Me:Stretch marks.
Olivia: How did you get them?
Me: My skin stretched when you were in my tummy.

I then told her about how she started out smaller than a bean and grew to the size of a baby doll. Then I said, ” You had to get out of my tummy then so you could keep growing.”

Olivia: No, Mommy. I had to get out of your tummy so I could eat cake!

Olivia, it turns out is MY kind of girl!

I just read this on my friend’s Facebook account and laughed so hard I had to share it with y’all. (See- this is another reason you need to send me a friend request on Facebook! I need to know what’s going on in your house!!)

Mary Beth was in the kitchen when Grayson, her eight-year old, came into the room and asked, “Mom, is it true Michael Jackson had plastic surgery?”

Oh my Lord. I am still laughing. I can only imagine the look on his face if Mary Beth was to show him “Before & After” pictures…oh please, Mary Beth- take pictures of his face for us!

I got this story from Kevin, a high-school friend of mine. It made me laugh out loud! Here it is, with his permission:

“The other night my wife, Brook wanted to film our three-year old, Ella, saying her prayers. Ella went through,”Now I lay me down to sleep…” prayer as her mommy recorded. As the prayer concluded, Ella popped up in front of the running camera, lifted her shirt and said, “Look at my nipples!” Somehow, we went from sweet prayers to Girls Gone Wild in seconds flat! The future for my little girl scares me!”

Sounds to me like Kevin and Brook had better steer clear of church camp in Ella’s teenage years!

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My sister has been sick for a couple of days and went to the doctor this afternoon for two shots. Her son Tucker, woke up from his nap coughing and showing some of the same symptoms she had been having. It was, quite typically, just as the pediatricians office closed for the night. Blair called me for my advice and I told her to call the doctor’s office just to see what they said. This is the email I got from her about 5 minutes later.

This morning baby Annie (7 months) was sitting in my lap while I was drinking some coffee. After a while she starts her bucking and crying routine. I knew that meant it is naptime, but John Heston offered a different, much better reason…
“I think she’s sad because Michael Jackson died.”

I come from some FUNNY people y’all. I just got this email from my sister, Aunt B, and laughed so hard my head still hurts. I immediately thought of YOU, and thought you would enjoy B’s story…