Beema
We were at Mark's parent's house last night for our weekly Monday night dinners. After scarfing it down, Jordan went to the living room to play with his toys while Dylan opted to convince Grandma that he needed ice cream. While we sat in the kitchen with Dylan, we could hear Jordan from the living room....
"Beema."
We continue talking, Dylan has his face in the bowl.
"Beema!"
More mindless chatter, slurping of ice cream...
"BEEMA!"
Mark's mom went to see what he was doing. Mark and I had no idea what Jordan was trying to say.
"BEEEEEMMMMAAA!"
So, we asked Dylan what Jordan was saying.
slurp, slurp, "motorcycle," slurp, slurp...
As Mark's mom entered the kitchen again, we asked her what Jordan was playing with.
"A motorcycle, why?"
Of course. Makes perfect sense. We look, and Dylan now has his entire face in his bowl, licking up the remnants of his treat.
"Beema."
We continue talking, Dylan has his face in the bowl.
"Beema!"
More mindless chatter, slurping of ice cream...
"BEEMA!"
Mark's mom went to see what he was doing. Mark and I had no idea what Jordan was trying to say.
"BEEEEEMMMMAAA!"
So, we asked Dylan what Jordan was saying.
slurp, slurp, "motorcycle," slurp, slurp...
As Mark's mom entered the kitchen again, we asked her what Jordan was playing with.
"A motorcycle, why?"
Of course. Makes perfect sense. We look, and Dylan now has his entire face in his bowl, licking up the remnants of his treat.
Labels: Whose kids are these?
posted by Sarah at
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
3 Comments:
Seems Jordan knows a Beamer from a Honda - you can't fault his taste!
Also sounds like he has a good southern accent - beemaaaa is the southern way to say Beemer!
Joe- expensive taste. That makes me nervous.
Sher- many things he says are in a southern accent. I think. You'll have to doub;e-check with our translator, Dylan
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