Oops… Mashed Potatoes

Nate: oops! Mom some of it got in here.

Mom: What got into where?

Nate: Mashed potatoes got into my pajamas.

Cooking

Dad: What is the number one rule of cooking?

Nate: Don’t touch anything ever.

Bug: Try not to stab other people?

Nate: Ummm… why are you drawing butts on Madeleines cards?

Dad: What are you talking about? They are words.

Nate: Nope, that’s a butt.

Nate: I wear my shoe socks like Grandpa ‘Wayne’ does.

Mom: Nate! Stop biting butts. We talked about this.

Bug: You just can’t understand Nate sometimes.

Bug: It’s because he is Irish.

Mom: Take that off your head. We do not play with food.

Nate: I cannot take it off it is my green headband.

Nate: Help, I have been crushed.

Nate: I cannot just hear you.

Dad: What? Why?

Nate: The nights are to loud!

Dad: Nate, come here. What is going on?

Nate: The nights, they are too loud.

Dad: Is it a ringing noise in your ears?

Nate: No! It’s the nights. They keep just marching!

Dad: Oh! Knights?!?!? Like with swords?

Nate: No, they don’t have swords. Just a castle.

Bug: Barbecue sauce really gets Nate’s wheels going huh?