Oh, goodness. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time! I can't remember much right now. I wish I'd written them all down. The only one I can think of happened (thankfully) in the car with only dh and I around. They're re-dong the front of the Sam's Club here.
Me: Huh, I wonder why they're re-doing thier entryway again.
DS:Maybe they're making the doors bigger so fat people can get in.
Me (trying hard not to laugh): I don't think that's it. The doors are pretty wide.
DS: What if they're reeeeeeaaaally reeeeeaaaaally fat, fat, fat. (Progressivly putting on his "fat" voice)
Me: (biting tongue and shaking like a leaf)
DH launcehs into a diatribe about how the doors are not being made wider to accomodate large people blah-de-blah-de-blah.
I've found that the hardest part of parenting isn't handling discipline, it isn't sending them off to school, it isn't the scraped knees or the chipped teeth. The hardest part of parenting is not laughing.
Her timing was perfect and shocking and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing, but at the same time I was astounded she could be so evil! I'm not even thin, haven't been thin for over two years.