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FRIDAY FUNNIES


Friday Funnies is a chance to share your wild and crazy stories. Whether it’s a personal story or just something that strikes you as funny.
Let’s laugh and have some fun, but keep it clean, cuz I’m a watchin’ **wink wink**

My sweet hubby and I were up in Colorado for his dad’s 60th birthday. My hubby’s brother has three kids. 11, 8, and six. Brynn is the six year old (picture is below, isn’t she cute?). So, there was my hubby’s parents, his brother and his wife, along with their three kids and us. As you can imagine, the house was bustlin’ with activity.

To set the scene: Earlier in the day, Brynn and Mom had gone to pick up Grandpa’s birthday surprise, which was a birthday cake.

Brynn was sitting on Charlie’s dad’s lap and they were talking….Here’s how it went:

“So, what did you get me for my birthday, Brynn?” Grandpa asked.

“It’s a surprise,” she says with a grin from ear to ear. She’s just twitching with excitement.

“Remember, Brynn, it’s a surprise,” Mom hollers from the kitchen.

Brynn looks at Mom then back to Grandpa.

“Can I guess what the surprise is?” Grandpa asks.

She hesitates then leans forward cupping her hand around her mouth and whispers, “Just don’t guess birthday cake.”

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Brynn
Brynn

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So, what’s your Friday Funny? I’d love to hear.

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8 Comments

  • Mom B.

    Sheri’s father in law, my husband, was in the hospital after having heart surgery. The grandkids called to say hi. Grandpa was sleeeping so when (then 3 years old,) Brynn wanted to say Hi, I said “Grandpa is sleeping” frustrated, Brynn said, “well, wake him up!!”

  • gzusfreek

    When I asked my niece (Sydney 3 years)
    “Where do you live?”
    She answered indignantly, “At home.”
    hee hee
    And later I asked,
    “Where did you get that dress?”
    Sighing and rolling her eyes, she said,
    “My closet.”

  • Lynn Rush

    Ahhh, Kat. That’s funny!!! OMG, kids.

    Right on, Billy. Hold those doors. Most like it, trust us…Avilly and Sarah agree:-) I LOVE it when my sweet hubby takes care of me. Holding doors, carrying the heavy stuff. I LOVE IT!!

  • Sarah

    Hmm…no funny stories lately, but I did enjoy reading Billy and Kat’s story. Especially Billy’s. Women like that make me mad because their ruining it for the rest of us girls who still appreciate chivalry. Oh well, thanks for trying anyways! 🙂

  • Avily

    ROTFL!!!

    I’m having trouble coming up with something to top those two!

    Kat- I’m just picturing it. Especially from my three-year-old. Especially since his potty-mouthed grandpa is visiting! Can’t wait! 🙂

    Billy- That’s awesome!!! Serves her right! I mean… um…. oh, that poor lady, I feel so sad for her. 😀
    As a multi-tasking mom of three, constantly juggling this, that and the other, I ALWAYS appreciate it when someone holds the door for me, and I always make sure to profusely thank them.

    So, to you and those gentlemen like you, THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep up the good chauvinism!

  • Billy Coffey

    I’m leaving the mall one day, and just as I’m going through the door I look behind me. A twenty-something young lady is hot on my heels, arms full of bags and coffee and one of those big pretzels. I step through, then to the side, and hold the door.

    She stops and refuses to step through. She doesn’t need my help, she says. She’s fully capable of taking care of herself, and she doesn’t need a chauvinist like me to give her a hand.

    Me, I’m still holding the door. And I’m not letting go either, because now she’s ticked me off.

    So a standoff ensues. A crowd gathers, hedging bets on which one of us will fold.

    I do. I let the door go and let her have her way. Satisfied, she turns around, swings a hip, and throws the door open. And trips. Bags and coffee and pretzel go flying.

    Now I’m not saying that was funny. I’m not. But it kinda was.

  • Kat

    How cute!

    When my 13-year-old was about two, she picked up on a naughty word from her dad. (Naughty Dana!) On several occasions, I called her down for repeating “Holy ****!”

    I told her, “No, if you want to say something, say Holy Moses.

    So, she went to day care and promptly told all of the children there, “Don’t say Holy ****. You have to say Holy Moses.”

    What a proud moment for me. Let me tell you. 😕