“Kolla, så tjusigt!” säger treåringen
there was some serious talk going on at dinner today with my little brother
the point somehow boiled down to “there are two things you’ll have to be careful with; drunk people and elks”
life advice swedish parents give their kids
3 y o sister appreciation post: she just spent a full minute yelling “I’m gonna poop!!” over and over while sitting on the toilet, then went completely quiet for a little while and then yelled “I’m done!!”
aHAHAHAHA so when im done with posting that and my bro is done with punching me for it, he turns to mum to complain only to find out she just finished blogging about it too
im laughing
so me and mum are discussing peter jackson’s tolkien stuff when my brother comes in
Brother: “Harry Potter, right?”
Mum: “Ohh so there’s a Galadriel in Harry Potter now, I didn’t know that”
Me: “We’re talking about the Bilbo films you moron”
Brother: “Oh… wait, who’s Galadriel?”
Mum: “Are you serious??”
Me: “When was the last time you saw Lord of the Rings??”
Brother: “Not too long ago.. wait, she’s that fairy-“
Me: “Elf”
Brother: “Right, elf, who gives that bottle thingy to Harry-“
Me: “Oh come on!!”
Brother: “I meant Frodo I’m sorry okay! … did the Bilbo book come out yet?”
Me: /hits him/
Brother: “MOVIE I ment the movie aRE YOU WRITING THIS ON TUMBLR NO STOP”
My little sister brought home a whole lot of paintings she painted at kindergarten the other day and I got curious about them so I asked.
Molly, what’s this you’ve painted?
“A dragon”
Oh okay, and this?
“A family of dragons!”
Nice, and that?
“A dragon flying in the sky at night.”
What’s this then?
“A giant toothless-dragon!”
What about that one?
“A fence. It’s flying.”
I remember the first time my youngest brother farted
He was just a baby and sitting on his chair by the kitchen table when he suddenly farted and in the same moment got really, really still until he just started bawling because he got legit terrified and my mum had to pick him up.
I got this filed under ‘stories I will tell the first time he brings home a date’
(my other brother never lets me meet any of his dates no idea why)
