Showing posts with label Ike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ike. Show all posts

Saturday, February 25, 2023

One time Daddy told me that our last name is French, and it means French Fry. Then I told all my friends at school and everybody laughed at me! 

- Bethie

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Ike gets up on the pulpit after church and says 'I'm gonna give a speech! Freedom for everyone! EVEN THE WOMEN!!'

Um....

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Getting Into the car for church:
Me: Ike! You can't wear that! You wore those clothes yesterday and they're completely covered in food & dirt!
Ike: so what's wrong with that?


When walking to school:
Eva: Ike, is Camryn still your giirlfriiiend?
Ike: No! We're just friends! Anyway, she and Pierre were meant to be. Not me. Plus, I'm too cool for her. And weird.

#toughlove

Friday, April 29, 2016

Ike's Ipad and my phone share the same brain. I'm sure I could fix this, but I kinda like it. He regularly changes the name Siri calls him.
Which can cause strange things to occur. Like, at church, in the middle of a poignant sermon by our pastor Tim, Siri will loudly comment, "I'm not sure I understand, Booby Face."
Stuff like that.
Ike's Ipad and my phone share the same brain. I'm sure I could fix this, but I kinda like it. He regularly changes the name Siri calls him.
Which can cause strange things to occur. Like, at church, in the middle of a poignant sermon by Tim Frickenschmidt, Siri will loudly comment, "I'm not sure I understand, Booby Face."
Stuff like that.

Monday, December 14, 2015

Ike wanting to buy an app on his iPad: It's only .99  cents.
Me: Then give me a dollar, and I'll buy it for you.
He hands me one.
Me: Where'd you get this?
Ike: From your purse.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

'Ike, if you don't let your lizards go, I think they're going to die soon.'
'Yeah, but Jack & Nate and I decided that when they die we can, you know, learn more about 'em.'
Future surgeons or future psychopaths? Only time will tell...

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Ike just informed me that his name is Mr. WeinerButt ToothFart. You can call him that, or, you can call him Ike, he's okay with either one.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

I told Ike something and he said, "Okay, I will tell that to my brain and it will remind me. My brain tells me things. Like watch: what's 2+2, brain? Four! What's 8+8, brain? Sixteen! See, it just told me that!"

Monday, August 25, 2014

Ike: How old is God & Jesus?
Me: older than anything ever.
Ike: like eighty sixty-three?
Me: bout that.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Who tooted?
Bethie: IKE!
Ike: NO! Boys do not toot, boys fart!

Monday, June 9, 2014

At baby Alice's baptism:

Ike: Mom, when can I get communion?
Me: When you confess that Jesus is your savior and you want to follow him for all your life.
Ike: Will I have to be nicer?
Me: Well, if you're following Jesus, then, yeah.
Ike: (shakes head) I'm always gonna be mean to Maggie.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Ike: I want to go to Daniel's house.
Walker: They're not home.
Ike: Yes, they are.
Walker: how do you know.
Ike (brief pause): Cause I'm a genius.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Ike: I love you Bethie.
Bethie: No!
Ike: YES I DO LOVE YOU, YOU BIG DUMB STUPID HEAD!!

Monday, April 28, 2014

Ike: why is ChicFilA closed today?
Me: so the people who work there can go to church.
Ike: is McDonalds open?
Me: yes.
Ike: oh that's cause McDonald's already knows all about God.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Ike just asked what would happen if he licked a scrape on his knee. I said nothing. He said, "Oh. Yesterday in the car Shep made me lick it. Then after I did, he told me tomorrow I would die."

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Ike just called 911, for kicks. But seriously, y'all, I went 10 years of parenting before a kid of mine called 911. That's pretty special, huh?
I take mommy props wherever I can get them.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Maggie and Ike have this tendency to say, "I love you more than Satan!" and I'm like, um, thanks, I guess - ??

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Ike asked where he came from. I said my tummy. No, like where did you go to get me. The hospital. I mean WHERE mom?!?
I guess this is what happens when your baby sister arrives via airplane.