Bimmer Babbles

My sweet little Bimmer is getting to be quite the comedian these days. Or, I'm just her mom and everything she says is adorable and sweet. I won't make this a super regular habit, but I had to post a few of my favorite quips lately...

 

In my car, driving to school...

Bimmer: I go in Daddy's vertible!!!!! ::tears::

Mommy: Honey, you can't fit in Daddy's vertible. You're in Mommy's car. Do you want your window back?

Bimmer: Yay! My window back!!! ::giggles::

Silence

Bimmer: Mommy window back?

Roll my window down

Bimmer: ::giggles:: Mommy, this fun!

 

Mommy: Bimmer, did you go poop?

Bimmer: No.

Mommy: Are you lying?

Bimmer: No, Mommy. I'm a tiger!

 

While trying to get her dressed one morning:

Bimmer: NO LIKE THIS SHIRRRRRRRT!!!! ::epic tantrum::

I fight and put the shirt on her. Twenty minutes later while getting into car:

Bimmer: Mommy!!! ::huge smiles:: This a pretty shirt!

Mommy: ::in my head:: You are such a bitch.

 

She was climbing on my lap, so I started to tickle her and she rolled over on to her stomach. I was smacking her little hiney:

Bimmer: ::giggles:: No hiney!

Mommy: You're my punkin-butt. I'm gonna get that punkin-butt.

Bimmer: No punkin-butt, Mommy!

Mommy: No punkin-butt? Then what?

Bimmer: Um... stinky butt!

 

 

She came in from outside getting the mail. She had a AAA travel magazine in her hand.

Bimmer: ::studying the front cover of the magazine::

pause

Bimmer: ::handing me the magazine:: I go on uh-cation.

 

Walking into Target for the 40,000th time in her short life...

Bimmer: No like this Target.

Mommy: What? You love Target.

Bimmer: No like this red Target. Go to blue Target.

 

 

Mommy: Where do you live?

Bimmer: The White House.

Mommy: Do you live with the President?

Bimmer: No, Mommy Daddy!!!

Mommy: Do you know who the president is?

Bimmer: Pete.

Mommy: How do you know that?

Bimmer: Brady read book my class.