MY KID: “I’m glad I’m not a woman. I don’t want to have to cut off part of my body with scissors.”
ME “What?!* What are you *talking* about?! Where did you hear about cutting off parts of your body with scissors?!”
MY KID: “The umbilical cord. After the baby is born.”
(He thinks it runs navel to navel!) 😆
“My chest hairs are tingling.”
These. Are. AWESOME!!!!
I’m buying the entire set for my son, but only after ze finishes transitioning to a daughter. 😎👌
“I’m gonna go find some more red bricks and severed heads and bodies.”
My kid says the damnedest things.
My kid’s taken to calling me “Elastigirl” because: Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome.
In regard to my stretchy skin:
“Look on the bright side: People can play with you. I don’t mean play with you like you’re a person. I mean play with you like you’re a thing.”
My kid says the damnedest things. 😐
MY KID: “Be careful if you see a black guy.”
MY KID: “With purple eyes. He teleports. [pause] In Minecraft. He’s the boss.”