Entries in funny (9)


Scott farted out a rainbow...

Scott farted out a rainbow...
Mo is 5 and he saw the picture.
Scott tried to explain himself.

Mo's reply, here.

There isn't a problem that can't be solved with stop animation.


Mo's Mum & Editor. xx


Lost tooth miracle; Tooth Fairy may have lost her mind.

It's gone! We didn't even know he had a wobbler... poor second child.  We went to pick him up from school and Miss Morrish said, "There's been some excitement here today..." 

He'd been helping his friend, Shourya disconnect a couple of bits of stubborn Lego - and like any industrious 5yo, he used his teeth. It did work, but there were consequences, discovered when his other friend Ferne said, "Oh Mo! Here's your tooth!"

Mo's version of the story - relayed directly to his Arnie over the phone.

"So how did you lose your tooth, Mo?"

"It was a Lego situation."

Older brother, Bragger Child #1 was pleased for his brother, but took every single available and not-so-available opportunity to turn the story back to himself... "Oh yes, that reminds me when *I* lost *my* tooth..." "Yes, Buddy, but this isn't about you."  "Ah yes, *I* got American money for *my* first tooth, because you know, we're half American..." "We know Spike. This is Mo's moment." "Funny, hey, remember when *I* lost *my* tooth at school Mrs Stelling put it in a little envelope..." "Spike!" "Me, me me..."  "I, I, I..!"

Bed time rolls around, the single bloody-stumped tooth is washed and prepared for a certain nocturnal tiny-enamel loving Sprite with an abundance of cash to come along. 

Husband says, "What do you think he'll get?"

"It's gotta be something grand." says I.

Bemused smile creeps across aforementioned husband's face, "There's a one hundred dollar bill in the drawer..."

He shoots, he scores!

We were woken from our blissful slumber by this exclamation from the Playroom.


Braggy Child #1 was incredulous and - I have to hand it to him - VERY gracious. Cashed Up Kid #2 was mystified and keen to get the $100 in to his piggy bank without delay.


The full glory of this story wont be realised for a few more years. But it's gotta rank right up there as one of my favourite parenting moments. - thus far.

Well played, us. Well played.


class of '014!

Today was Morrison's first day of school. Ahem, I said, FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!

Holy moly! When did that happen!? (today, der brain - you just wrote it down!)

Off he went in his tiny pants, small shirt and large hat - heh. Didn't even bother to look up when we said, "Ok baby, we're going to go now."  Just a cheery, "Ok, see ya!"

There was Lego, his friends, lots of books and a sweet young *teacher there to take our place.

*(Miss Morrish is about 24 years old. Mo described her to Papa as, "Really old!" Serves her right for trying to usurp my position as most fabulous woman in his life!)

Shunned! We took my trauma... to the Coldstream Brewery and drank the ridiculousness of it all away.

When we picked him up, Daddy asked, "What did you do today, Mo?"

"I learnt to read."

So, that's taken care of.

We think tomorrow it's symbolic algebra and organic chemistry.

You gorgeous, adorable boy. We hope you're always as happy to go to school. We're so proud of you!

Mo's Mum and Dad and big brother Spike xoxox



we have a comedian in our midst

Both our boys are pretty amusing. In a house where funny is currency, they either step up to the plate or go live in the yard.

Spike is gregarious and in your face. Your basic poo, bum, wee jokes are king. There's lots of tah-dah'ing and laughing at your own jokes.

Morrison, on the other funnier hand, is more absurdist than his brother. More thoughtful and interesting and has displayed a tentative grasp of the callback. Pretty slick!  He's our favourite.

Daddy, Spike and Mo were walking down a very steep trail in a nature reserve - 

Daddy: "Mo, be careful, we don't want you to fall."

Mo: "Yeah, I might break my head!"

Daddy: "Yep, and you might use your head for something someday..."

Mo: "Yeah, for eating!"

Later, at dinner, as Daddy was telling the story to mummy -  

Mo puts a bite of food to his forehead and says with a very straight face, "It's not going in!"

End Scene.

And some other recent gems.

"I like tidying up but I don't like it on Wednesdays."

Immediately after a quite barky croup cough "Did you hear that, Mumma?! There's something wrong with my brain!"

"Georgio says when you die you go to Kevin, bit I think that's probably ridiculous."

"Daddy, when you're good enough to touch your toes you'll be in kinder just like me. And when we get home, I'll show you how to do press ups."

"Are you a Mum?" "Yes babe. I'm your Mum." "Right. Do you like to wear jeans?" (And now he's not allowed to read @robdelaney's twitter feed.)

"I can hear POPCORN on the roof!" Yes, it was a hail storm. 

And this little gem from July last year, "My favourite colours are red, yellow and monkey."

Perfect, funny little bugger. 

The PFLB's Mum xoxo


Looney Tunes, Explained

See, it makes sense once you hear it, Mo Style. 

Told ya!