Somebody tell Mama her nose job stinks
February 25th, 2006
Me: I love your nose. Do you like my nose?
Hattie: No.
Me: You don’t like my nose?
Hattie: NO.
Me: Why not? It’s a beautiful nose. It’s a princess nose. Look. (showing off nose)
Hattie: Doctor give you your nose?
Entry Filed under: Uncategorized, Tattletales. (Mouths of babes)

26 Comments
1. Contrary | February 25th, 2006 at 6:38 pm
Tell her the doctor didn’t give you a damn thing, you paid good money for that nose!
(unless, of course, you didn’t get a nose job.)
(did you?)
(no, really.)
Anyway! It’s a very nice nose, regardless. I’ll be over here keeping my nose (HA!) out of your business.
2. JustLinda | February 25th, 2006 at 7:04 pm
I dunno… the whole thing smells fishy to me.
Hey, I moved. Well, actually I sat right here on the couch and my BLOG moved, in a virtual sense. Can you update your blog roll when you have 2 minutes to rub together? New address is http://www.justlinda.net (and come by and visit when you have a minute). Thanks!
3. Dawn | February 25th, 2006 at 7:38 pm
Ah, children. Godmothers of the things you never thought to find fault with yourself before, but you will now.
Mine tells me my breath stinks when I use mint toothpaste. MINT!!! How less non-stinky can I be?
4. Nancy | February 25th, 2006 at 7:42 pm
Well, *I* like your nose, Jenn.
My daughter is always telling me she doesn’t like my breasts. When I explain she’s going to get them someday when she gets older, she says she’s not going to ask for them. No word on who she thinks is the person to be providing the breasts (and I’m not ready to go there yet…)
5. Sami Zahringer | February 25th, 2006 at 8:50 pm
What I like about your nose is that it is equidistant from your ears, below your eyes and above your mouth. Some people WILL try and be so avant garde artsyfartsy and wear it in other places. It’s often to be found in t’other’s business, t’other’s affairs and, on Fox news, frequently up t’other’s bums! Tis a splendid nose; wear it with pride.
6. sweatpantsmom | February 25th, 2006 at 9:35 pm
From what I can see in your header your nose is just fine. Rocks, even.
Mine tells me my ass is big, on a regular basis. Well, not in those words.
“Hey, your butt is a little wide” to be more exact.
7. Mir | February 26th, 2006 at 10:47 am
Tell her no, the doctor gave you an ungrateful child.
8. petal | February 26th, 2006 at 4:20 pm
I had an emergency C-section with my son - a severe slash and gash scar is there with 23 staple scars. I was getting out of the shower and my older daughter looked at my stomach and said ” Oh look mom, you have two bottoms, one in front and one in the back.” What can you say?
But she’s the same kid that thinks babies are born from your elbow so what does she know!
9. Imperfect Mommy | February 26th, 2006 at 5:32 pm
Mine told me the other day that I smelled like mushrooms. Huh? I don’t think that is a good thing considering the earthy, dirty, fungusy (ain’t never spelled that one before,sorry) origins.
10. Schnozz | February 26th, 2006 at 6:21 pm
I shudder to think of how this conversation will go with my own children!
11. KatieB | February 26th, 2006 at 7:57 pm
My friend’s daughter told her last week that her breasts looked sad.
My HUSBAND once told me that my elbows felt just like his grandmother’s. And he was in college at the time.
12. Susie | February 26th, 2006 at 9:51 pm
I was just about to leave a comment but read Petal’s and I needed to go to the bathroom cause I laughed so hard I tinkled a little. Then I cried.
Liam still thinks I’m the greatest thing like EVER and I’m so not ready to go there yet.
13. another rachel | February 27th, 2006 at 1:08 am
Yeah, Petal’s comment had me spewing liquid. (must remember to remove beverages from mouth when on this blog)
I committed the thoughtless crime of handing my daughter a glass of milk after having peeled an orange. I guess she doesn’t like the smell of oranges because she let out a horrifying scream and tried to crawl under the couch, refusing to touch the milk.
Now whenever I ask her if she wants a glass of anything, she pauses and says “I dunno. Are you going to be stinky?”
My mother-in-law still doesn’t believe my explanation of this ritual.
14. Sami Zahringer | February 27th, 2006 at 1:37 am
Petal! I’m weak, impotent and in some pain from laughing. When I thought I had regained some composure I read about mushrooms and sad breasts and stinky mothers. And now it’s all over, I’m helpless.
15. Lisa | February 27th, 2006 at 10:05 am
HAHAHAHAAH omg…this is hilarious…Kids will say anything….my grandson Connor came over one evening and got up on my lap in my favorite chair and sat there for a little while….finally he said …..grandma….I thinik you smell like……and there was a long pause and all of us just BUSTED OUT LAUGHING…..we were all laughing so hard we were crying…….it was so damn funny…..finally he said……”kind of like a swim suit” and then we laughed even harder……..thank god I had been in my suit suntanning that day and it was for real. The trouble was….. no one in the family believed me. They just thought I had that musty dank crotchy clorine smelling spandexy odor lurking around my lap for whatever reason……we still laugh about grandma smelling like a swimming suit! OH what the hell I let em’ laugh at me. It could be worse!
16. Mom101 | February 27th, 2006 at 11:13 am
Maybe she meant doctor the way she thinks of a doctor delivering a baby - giving you life (sort of), and thus, giving you a nose that….no, forget it. I’m attempting to spin this and find myself completely unable to do so. I tried.
17. Diana | February 27th, 2006 at 11:38 am
*just laughing*
18. Andi Mae | February 27th, 2006 at 11:39 am
When I was pregnant, one of my preschool students told me that my neck was getter fatter and fatter. And another one told me that my boobs were getting bigger…They’re so blunt!
19. kt flynnie | February 27th, 2006 at 12:39 pm
well atleast it was your own child saying that…i had a random preschooler at walmart point at me from afar and yell “look at the size of the nose on that girl…its huge!” all in all i think that kids are def. blunt…ouch… maybe i need the name of your nose doctor
20. the Mater | February 27th, 2006 at 12:58 pm
Hey Lisa, I’m with you - let ‘em keep laughing. Just don’t forget to mention that swimsuit in your will and bequeath it to the grandson :>)
21. stephanie | February 27th, 2006 at 1:37 pm
i love your nose..no matter how it got there!
i moved too!!!
new addy:
http://sammibag.typepad.com
i even figured out how to import my other posts! wow! i am so technologically savvy
loves!
22. Vikki | February 27th, 2006 at 3:50 pm
My son mentioned that I have a gobbler under my chin which was bad enough until he was sitting behind me the other night and said, “Hey Mom! You have a gobbler on the back of your neck too!” Since when do I have neck fat?!?
23. TRF | February 27th, 2006 at 5:40 pm
Once, while performing in a play before 200 blue-haired old ladies, I made my first entrance and heard (along with everyone else in the building) a woman in the third row announce to her companion “Say, he’s really SKINNY, isn’t he?”
Any surprise that I forgot my next line?
24. Spot the Wonder Dog | February 28th, 2006 at 8:03 am
hmmm, too much love, not enough snarkiness. This calls for two comments.
1.) “Doctor give you your nose?”- “No dear, the milkman gave me my nose.”
2.) “It’s a princess nose.”- Fiona called, she wants her nose back.
25. the Mater | February 28th, 2006 at 8:39 am
Dear Spot
We did not have milk delivered to our door, nor anything else for that matter. I think I’ve misled you because of my passion in the parking lot :>(
the Mum
26. Spot the Wonder Dog | February 28th, 2006 at 10:14 am
It *was* good. I’ll be thinking about you everytime I visit that Wal-Mart, from now on.
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