<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775654319661887652</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:44:38.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Kids Are Funny</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a shared blog dedicated to children and the hysterical things they say and do. Feel free to share funny and amusing anecdotes about your kids. Our kids are funny!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130069616895253519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LdjuRqlmo28/SSCuAtK-GpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TrLuetLLTfY/S220/IMG_1338.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775654319661887652.post-6398370029644573195</id><published>2009-07-08T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:13:12.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lotion</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to try a "Naked" brand drink.  It was the protein shake kind and it was cream colored and pretty thick.  I took it out of my purse and started drinking it in class.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my students looked up and saw me drinking it and said, "Ew yucky Miss Amber! Why are you drinking lotion silly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, to her defense it did look like I was drinking lotion. Ew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775654319661887652-6398370029644573195?l=ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6398370029644573195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/lotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default/6398370029644573195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default/6398370029644573195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/lotion.html' title='lotion'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130069616895253519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LdjuRqlmo28/SSCuAtK-GpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TrLuetLLTfY/S220/IMG_1338.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775654319661887652.post-5040443627844745142</id><published>2009-07-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:57:26.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hid vs. hit</title><content type='html'>ok here's one for ya (although i already told amber this one in person).  kian was asking me where daddy's father's day present was and i told him that i hid it, to which he responded "you hit it?  like with a bat?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "no no, i didn't hit it, i HID it...like in a hiding place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kian: "oh...you hit it like with your elbow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at which point i gave up trying to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775654319661887652-5040443627844745142?l=ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5040443627844745142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/hid-vs-hit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default/5040443627844745142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default/5040443627844745142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/hid-vs-hit.html' title='hid vs. hit'/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320717112131157888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775654319661887652.post-7033719207036620028</id><published>2009-06-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:53:24.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>I was bending down to tie a boy's shoes in my class the other day and he was staring at me contently.  I was singing "Jesus Loves Me".  Naturally I thought that he was enjoying my song, as he was staring really hard now.  As I was finishing up his left shoe he asks me "Missy Ambuh, why you got boobs?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775654319661887652-7033719207036620028?l=ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7033719207036620028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default/7033719207036620028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default/7033719207036620028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130069616895253519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LdjuRqlmo28/SSCuAtK-GpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TrLuetLLTfY/S220/IMG_1338.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775654319661887652.post-6040125491024042097</id><published>2009-06-13T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:07:56.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Conversations of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LdjuRqlmo28/SjPj1jES9_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Mrq02vTAmQQ/s1600-h/IMG_4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LdjuRqlmo28/SjPj1jES9_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Mrq02vTAmQQ/s320/IMG_4583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346867691704743922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So . . . everyday when I walk into my classroom, one of my four year old pupils comes up to me and has some new way of saying "good morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I walked into my room and he came up to me and said this as my good morning hello:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Miss Ambuh. You know what? You wemembah(remember), you, you wemembah the time my dad peed on somebody?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. No buddy I do not remember. But . . . I now know that your dad peed on somebody. I love you buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775654319661887652-6040125491024042097?l=ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6040125491024042097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-conversations-of-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default/6040125491024042097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775654319661887652/posts/default/6040125491024042097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourkidsarefunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-conversations-of-day.html' title='First Conversations of the Day'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130069616895253519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LdjuRqlmo28/SSCuAtK-GpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TrLuetLLTfY/S220/IMG_1338.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LdjuRqlmo28/SjPj1jES9_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Mrq02vTAmQQ/s72-c/IMG_4583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
