Sunday, July 8, 2007

Dora + BFF = How you doin?

Grammy got Collin and Griffin some Diego and Dora paper cups to drink out of while at the beach. This morning Baboo (their uncle) decided to use one. Collin goes "hey you are using a Dora cup! Is Dora your girlfriend?"

Ha! How did he come up with that!?

Swimming + Breath = Ego

Currently we are on the beach (not literally) for vacation, a very ripe field for Collinisms. As we were getting ready to go to the beach to swim we recap the day before. We talk about learning to swim and trying to hold his breath.

He busts out with "I'm excited that I am learning how to hold my breath today!" To which Annie replied "I'm excited too." Collin then said (with a certain inflection), "I bet you are!"

Collin strikes again.

Whining + Collin = No Me Gusta

So, we were in Miami last weekend and getting ready to leave the mall. We were all getting into the van when Collin realized that my mom was riding in the other car. He started to freak out! He was screaming and just basically throwing a HUGE temper tantrum!

So as he is screaming we drive off. He slowly calms down to the point where he says another Collinism. He is sniffling as he says, "Daddy, I'm sick. Sick of all this whining I am doing."

Maybe he will remember this next time he throws a tantrum, ya right.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Pee + Potty = NEVER!

Today Annie IM's me and informs me of yet another Collinism. This time it involves a little annoying thing called peepee in the potty:

Annie: Collin do you have to go potty?
Collin: I don't want to be potty trained!!

What three-year-old knows about the term potty training! ha!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Sleep + Food = Hilariousness!

Blowing candles

On Sunday we went to Checkers for their 69 cent burgers and because we are super cheap we drove over to Walgreens and bought drinks there.

When I returned from purchasing a diet green tea, apple juice and a Dr. Pepper Annie, my wife, informed me of yet another Collinism.

He looks over to the car next to us and sees a lady in the passenger seat lighting up a cigarette and says "that lady is blowing out a candle with her teeth!"

God + feet = ?

Today Collin randomly busted out with this question:

Daddy,
Does God have feet?

To say the least I was baffled, how would you answer this question?