Can I just say that I wish I was constantly recording all the conversations I have with my kids, they are just so funny. I have a hard time not laughing sometimes, their logic is spot on!

Harry Potter and I had this conversation as I was making lunch today.

HP: Mom can I have a donut?

A: No, you had a donut at the park. You need to eat real food now.

HP: YOU JUST WANT ME TO BE UNHAPPY! YOU KILL FUN!

A: I’m sorry that you feel that way, I’m ok being the fun killer.

HP: Grammy and Poppy must have been the worst, you learned to kill fun from them!!

A: Well… maybe…

HP: Emmy didn’t learn how to kill fun, she is still fun. WHY CAN’T YOU BE LIKE EMMY! She always plays with me, she never tells me what to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A: I used to be fun. Don’t worry some day Emmy will kill fun too.

HP: EMMY IS SO FUN!!!!!! You kill all the fun! Emmy would let me eat a donut and do bubbles in the house.

A: Yep, yep she would.

The insanity of Emmy being so fun continued for a good 5-10 minutes. I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I tried to reassure him that before I had kids I was a fun aunt too. I tried to reassure him that his precious Emmy is going to be a blackhole for fun as soon as her first child is born, but it didn’t work. Turns out I am the murderer of fun. Mean people make their kids eat sandwiches instead of donuts, and mean people don’t let their kids do bubbles in the house (holy random). First off child, one donut is enough, and second, until you are the one that mops the floor you don’t get to make decisions about bubbles in the house. Can I just say that I laughed out loud when he blamed my lack of fun on his grandparents… it was great.