tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808176999285513912024-03-08T03:39:29.282-05:00Life According to KenleyMy <strike>2-</strike> <strike>3-</strike> <strike>4-</strike> 5-year-old tells it like it is.Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-8904074856232246772015-07-07T16:22:00.003-04:002015-07-07T16:22:53.689-04:00zero. After her beach day with Grandma was rained out…<div>
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Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-61658236107787189352015-07-07T16:21:00.002-04:002015-07-07T16:21:11.578-04:00weed boxUpon seeing grass growing out of the sandbox…<br />
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"This sandbox is more like a weed box."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-46555498125508144972015-04-13T21:17:00.002-04:002015-04-13T21:17:30.414-04:00itchy.Grandpa in response to Kenley scratching her feet: "What's wrong with your feet, Putts? Are they itchy, or what?"<br />
Kenley: "My feet are itchy because Mom wouldn't scratch them."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-19227956072717752242015-04-13T20:41:00.000-04:002015-04-13T20:41:07.976-04:00car seat. While driving through Minnesota, Kenley is talking to Grandpa on the phone:<br />
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Grandpa: "Kenley, where are you?"<br />
Kenley: "I'm in my car seat!"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-30996508777170384862015-04-03T23:10:00.000-04:002015-04-03T23:10:02.076-04:00long time.<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">"It took me a long time to grow up when I was three."</span>Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-19059822471189254822015-04-02T19:01:00.000-04:002015-04-02T19:01:30.402-04:00nightmare.When asked about the status of her cold... <br />
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"It's more than a cold; it's like a nightmare."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-22582632279033939352015-02-15T15:19:00.004-05:002015-02-15T15:19:31.568-05:00little kid.After choosing to watch <i>Hey, Dude...</i><br />
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Me: "Why do you like this show?"<br />
Kenley: "Because I used to like it when I was a little kid."<br />
Me: "So you mean like, two months ago?"<br />
Kenley: "Yeah."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-57147995922774311442015-02-15T15:19:00.001-05:002015-02-15T15:19:12.311-05:00in english.Kenley: "How did God make us?"<br />
Me: "How did God make us?"<br />
Kenley: "Yes."<br />
Me: *long pause* "How do you want me to answer that question?"<br />
Kenley: "...In English?"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-58296496027041334072015-02-13T18:47:00.000-05:002015-04-13T20:41:44.055-04:00hey dude.After choosing to watch <i>Hey, Dude...</i><br />
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Me: "Why do you like this show?"<br />
Kenley: "Because I used to like it when I was a little kid."<br />
Me: "So you mean like, two months ago?"<br />
Kenley: "Yeah."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-67562513107555601242014-12-01T19:11:00.000-05:002014-12-01T19:11:30.876-05:00flat as a puddle.Kenley: "Dad, I feel like all my bones are gonna crack."<br />
Dad: "Well, you don't want that."<br />
Kenley: "No, cuz then I would be flat as a puddle."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-67756863651285778772014-12-01T16:24:00.002-05:002014-12-01T16:24:42.202-05:00helper.Me: "How was school today?"<br />
Kenley: *sighs* "I was the helper."<br />
Me: "You don't like being the helper?"<br />
Kenley: "I just want to be a kid."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-61125754679373852982014-10-27T13:20:00.003-04:002014-10-27T13:20:43.769-04:00hippo.While discussing the day's trip to the zoo...<br />
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Me: "That hippo listens better than you, Kenley!"<br />
Kenley: "Yeah. What?"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-27396016330698503652014-10-19T21:36:00.002-04:002014-10-19T21:36:57.525-04:00baby seeds.After being asked if she'd rather have a baby brother or a baby sister...<br />
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Kenley: "I want to have a baby brother. How do you plant the baby seed? Can I go to the baby store with you and pick out a boy baby seed?"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-74292918671163400902014-09-28T10:31:00.001-04:002014-09-28T10:31:14.127-04:00vitamin seeds.Kenley: "Dad, can I have some raisins?"<br />
Dad: "Sure, raisins are good for you."<br />Kenley: "Do they have vitamin seeds in them?"<br />
Dad: "Well, I don't know if they have vitamin seeds, but they do have some vitamin C."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-13113252338225765322014-09-28T10:30:00.000-04:002014-09-28T10:30:02.543-04:00ppppppppppppt.While checking out some horses, one of them does that "pppppppppppt" thing that they do with their lips very loudly, making Kenley jump.<br />
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"I'm gonna stay back over here in case that horse does that "PPPPPPPPPPPT" thing again."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-48548286913714012262014-09-25T09:01:00.000-04:002014-09-25T09:01:01.410-04:00jack's butt.*While discussing out dinner of pork butt roast...*<br />
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Kenley: *whispering* "Mom. We're gonna eat Jack's butt. Hehehehehehe"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-27991277405387819562014-08-08T14:08:00.002-04:002014-08-08T14:08:56.591-04:00temperature.Kenley: "Mom?"<br />
*open eyes*<br />
Me: "What?"<br />
Kenley: *jabs me with pregnancy test* "Can I take your temperature?"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-73699247622095025402014-08-07T14:33:00.003-04:002014-08-07T14:33:27.165-04:00kissing.While watching a movie... <br />
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"Ew, they're kissing! I am never going to kiss a boy."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-21333435188749445872014-08-07T10:47:00.000-04:002014-08-07T10:47:10.799-04:00boob milk."Mom, when the baby is born, are you gonna feed it milk from your boob like you did with Adley?"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-51459734563660643022014-08-01T08:57:00.001-04:002014-08-01T08:57:28.562-04:00famous footwear."Mom, you wanna get some Famous Footwear for me, since I'm pretty sure I don't have those?"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-27455312000393516252014-06-10T19:36:00.000-04:002014-06-10T19:36:07.740-04:00balls."Me and Adley were standing up in the middle of the TV playing with our balls. I mean... balloons. I accidentally said 'balls.'"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-39889689220460607742014-06-03T18:31:00.001-04:002014-06-03T18:31:22.776-04:00spiders.While watching the video for "Wrecking Ball"...<br />
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"Her eyebrows are like spiders."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-60414483075232487202014-06-03T10:44:00.003-04:002014-06-03T10:44:28.647-04:00badge.While talking about going camping...<br />
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"Will we get a badge if we start a fire?"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-26165062718325108422014-06-02T17:18:00.002-04:002014-06-02T17:18:52.712-04:00beast.While listening to her baby sister throwing a tantrum...<br />
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"She sure is a beast."Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580817699928551391.post-41375713668817045942014-06-02T17:12:00.000-04:002014-06-02T17:12:06.710-04:00pepperonis.Kenley: "Mom, can I have some more pepperonis?"<br />
Me: "No, you don't need anymore."<br />
Kenley: "But since I spotted them, can't I have another one?"Katie Markshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06586965091715785585noreply@blogger.com0