These are some great funnies I have collected from Scrivnerburg over the years. Many of them were originally posted on CafeMom and are
posted here with the original post date so I have it handy for the book that will eventually
have to come of this. :-)

Monday, December 31, 2012

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

Quote of the day:
From 5-year-old Kate to Dale when I walked through the room groovin' to the tunes.
"Look! Your mom's dancing...I think."

Friday, November 2, 2012

Ewww…germy feet!

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Mom: What movie are you going to watch?
Nathan: Germy feet and the...
Mom: GERMY FEET? You need to watch a movie about GERMY FEET? I think you boys ARE the movie about GERMY FEET!
Nathan: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Nathan again: Hahaha...whew...not GERMY FEET - Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Never a dull moment around here.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Ken’s funny too!

Had to chuckle at Ken Scrivner last night. We were watching an episode of Star Trek Voyager and he said (in all seriousness) "is this the one where they're in space?"

Monday, August 13, 2012

It’s funny now, but…

A Facebook friend just reminded me of one of the great joys of parenting a houseful of boys.
Waaaay back when – when I had two or three boys who were still not dry at night – my sweet boys made an amazing discovery. They found that if you took a used (and very full) Pull-Up and threw it against the wall it would explode! Pull-ups are full of little liquid-absorbing gel pieces, so when one explodes those little gel pieces go everywhere!
Well, that was fun enough, but how much more fun would it be to have a used Pull-Up fight??
I do believe we had 3 boys in these nighttime disposables, and I’m sure the garbage hadn’t been emptied for a couple days, so they probably had at least 6 “bombs” to fight with. They threw them at each other until all their ammunition was gone. We had nasty, used gel pebbles all over the bedroom – on the walls, in the carpet, stuck in the closet door tracks…it was awful.
The boys did most of the clean up with parental supervision, but months later when we moved out of the house I still vacuumed those nasty gel bits out of the closet door tracks.
Makes a food fight seem more pleasant now, doesn’t it?

Sunday, July 1, 2012

You’re a what?

Nathan has declared himself a vegetarian (um...what about that burger you ate last night?) so Caleb just came and told me, "Mom, I'm a candytarian!"

Friday, May 4, 2012

I don’t know how!

Caleb's math was too hard. The instructions said to count backwards from 10. He was having trouble because he didn't know how to form all the numbers backwards.

 


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Monday, April 16, 2012

Quote of the day–April 16, 2012

QotD (when Kristi saw Little Man resting his head on my shoulder): He looks so cute on you, Mom!"

Thanks Sweetie...I love him because he goes with everything.

(I hear from one of my friends that babies are the new black.)

Friday, April 13, 2012

Quote of the Day–April 13, 2012

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Mom: "Nathan, how did you like the sweet potatoes?"
Nathan: "Wellll...it was kinda good. But it started off a new taste bud, and new taste buds come in grumpy."

Friday, March 30, 2012

Convo in Scrivnerburg–March 30, 2012

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Nathan: "Mom, Andrew just put his [chewy thing] on the dirty floor and then put it back in his mouth!"
Mom: "That's kinda Andrew's problem, isn't it?"
Nathan: "But it's disgusting!"
Mom: "Says the boy who ate a pepperoni and jelly sandwich for lunch."

Monday, March 5, 2012

Convo in Scrivnerburg–March 5, 2012

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Caleb: "Is my room clean enough to play Wii?"
Mom: "Can you put these stuffies somewhere?"
Caleb: "We keep the stuffies on the floor in case our heads fall off our beds. Then we can just grab them and protect our heads."

Monday, January 23, 2012

Convo in Scrivnerburg–January 23, 2012

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Andrew: "Can I have a pet monkey?"
Ken: "You can have a pet toothpick. You could call him Splinter."
Ken again: "Or you could get a pet potato and call him Wedgie."
Ken again (to Dale): "You could get a pet piece of Velcro and call him Sticky."
Dale: "No."
Ken: "It's better than calling him Hooker or Loopy."