Category: Dizzle

Say what you want about me, in my daughter’s opinion, I’m a stone cold fox. But can I get a B cup?!

Dizzle (to Annie): “Booski (1 year) asked if you’d give him a piece of candy because he wants to give it to me.”

I am thankful for Dizzle’s artwork. I’m the one on the far left with the hair blowing in the wind and her dad seems to have a serious neck injury.

Conversation with my daughter regarding school conferences:

Me: “Your teacher said you talk while she’s talking. That’s disrespectful.”

Dizzle: “My brain tells me to do it.”

Me: “Well don’t listen to your brain.”

Dizzle: “It’s in charge of me.”

Me: “No, I am in charge of you.”

Dizzle:  “Well, you’re not with me in school and my brain is.”

Told.

Life advice from big sis to little bro: “Never touch a skunk or you’ll be the smelly kid.”

Me to Dizzle: “I’m really proud to be your mama.”

Dizzle to Me: “Yeah, I’m really proud to be your sister.

Eh, close enough.

Dizzle: “I was being fantastic. That means I said it in a funny voice and I didn’t really mean it.”

Dizzle (while trying to teach a neighbor friend to dance): “No, no, no. You have to wave your arms in the air like you just don’t care.”

Sometimes I’m pretty certain that my daughter is a genius. And then I get a call from daycare telling me that she put rock salt up her nose.

Me: Hey bud, how was your day?

Dizzle: Good. We went to church. Father Mark was there.

Me: Oh yeah?

Dizzle: Yeah, I heard Jesus was there, too, but I didn’t see him.