Sunday, May 3, 2009

Where Does It Go?

Kemper, who is 3, was in the kitchen waiting for his pizza to finish cooking. He was telling me how much he loved pizza and how he couldn't wait to eat it.
I decided to ask him, "Where does it go?"
He replied, "In my mouth!" With a big grin.
I continued, "Then where does it go?"
"My TUMMY!" He exclaimed.
I hesitated momentarily but I was curious and asked, "Then where does it go?"
Without hesitation he shouted, "MY FEET!!"


Anonymous said...

Lol, that is too cute! My first answer was "to my thighs"... :-) Melted cheese, bread and a yummy sauce is my idea of food heaven!

MrsSchlereth said...

Rain- You are too funny! I love your response about where it will go! hehehe

Oz Girl said...

Congrats on your new blog!

The tarantula? Ehw, my hat's off to you gurl... I would wish it away, don't think I could deal with a spider that is more like a small mammal.

My eyes misted over as I read your April 17 post. I can't imagine how tough this must be for you, with the kids. Hugs to you and I pray for his safe return; September will come fast, I am sure!

And kudos to you for celebrating your beauty -- a great photo of yourself, so artistic. :)

Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting.

MrsSchlereth said...

Oz Girl- Thank you so much. I love it when people comment!!

Lover of Life said...

He looks so happy with his pizza. So cute! Hmmm I'm thinking pizza for dinner...

MoMo sprnany said...

Don't you just love those little impromptu conversations about nothing! I think they are the best! I love reading your blog keep'em coming!!