What would you do for a Steve?

I guest blogged for Liza today.? Go check it out.? Then come back.

I’m filming the boy’s interview tomorrow. Thank you for your questions. I’d be interested to know if he is for Hillary or Obama myself. We’ve already taught him to call W Bobo. When we turn on the TV in the morning and there is a press conference and we say, “Doooh.” He replies with, “What, is Bobo on?”

In the mean time I thought it was time for a little giveaway. Remember these little friends?

Well, I have 7 of them mostly finished and 5 to give away. (I can’t deplete my Steve inventory completely) Of course I don’t give anything away just fo free around here. You’re going to have to work for it. In order to win your choice of a shiny new Steve for your child to love you must write one paragraph beginning with or including the following sentence…

“Well, you don’t see that every day.”

Oh, and it must include a museum or a fortune cookie*. The five funniest entries will get their choice of a Steve. Funniest getting first pick. Here are what you have to choose from… and the white one is with Sandra Boynton corduroy fabric.

You have until Midnight tomorrow (May 7th) to post your entries. Winners will be selected using the dictatorship method. Whichever one I think is funniest. Good luck, and make me laugh.


*Why a fortune cookie or a museum. This past weekend local residents took to the street for our annual Grand Cinema 72 hour film festival. My gnome was featured in two of the films. Sadly, I don’t get to attend the showing on Friday, but I hear it will be great fun.

17 Comment

  1. Hmmmm…I’m going to have to give this some thought in my sleep tonight and see what I can come up with. I’m sure Sabrina would love a Steve.

  2. Clover says: Reply

    Ugh- am finally catching up on old posts. I’m sorry about the job you didn’t get. Great post at Liza’s. Steves are cool. If I win, do I get one for each kid? (Yeah, that would actually require me to post, wouldn’t it.)
    Anyway, still reading, if a day late and a dollar short. Will try to be better about staying in the loop.

  3. DebiP says: Reply

    Oh man…Griffin would love love love a Steve…off to be funny I will be back…

  4. kim says: Reply

    must. get. a. Steve. for. Lewis!

  5. mom says: Reply

    I remember that post and have felt that pain twice. Once for me and then again for you! Another Happy Mothers day to you!

  6. Wendy says: Reply

    OK, I can totally rock the first part of the challenge. I have many stories that begin that way, but the fortune cookie/museum thing has me stumped. And yet, I MUST win a Steve for Levi. Can you smell the smoke? That is my brain right now…..

  7. Wendy says: Reply

    OK, here is my try. True story, by the way.

    ‘Well, you don’t see that every day’ I thought as I looked over at my son. Fresh from the tub, he was still naked (part of the ritual of Nakey Boy only the mother of a son could understand). He was completely bent over in some sort of artistic impression of a fortune cookie. He then looked up at me with his innocent clear blue eyes and said, ‘What does it look like inside my butt?’

  8. Kami says: Reply

    Hi there! You don’t know me yet but I have been quietly stalking your blog for months now. My hubby and I are working on our 1st kiddo so you could actually contribute a Steve for my future child’s 1st toy by picking me as a winner (no pressure) :). This is totally true by the way:

    After one of those wretchedly long days at work (where I actually took the time to calculate how many minutes were left until I could get the hell out of this place) I raced home. The only thing on my mind was where my biggest wine glass was (dirty from using it the night before, of course) and how fast I could get into the bathtub. No more than 45 seconds after I had leaned back with my wine to relax in the aromatherapy-filled bubbly goodness that was my bath water my cat jumped on the ledge behind my tub and proceeded to projectile vomit his freshly eaten dinner all over me and into my bath water. My husband came in to see why there was so much profanity coming from the bathroom. “Well, you don’t see that every day. Did you feed him a fortune cookie?” he asked.

  9. Lee says: Reply

    Sister, I don’t know how you are going to choose the funniest story if the rest of the entries are as hilarious as the 2 I just read! HA! 🙂 I am never going to forget the image of the tub, cat and mess…..LOL!

  10. Lena says: Reply

    I’m just going to influence the vote. I love Wendy’s entry! Go Wendy!

  11. Jen says: Reply

    When my daughter was 2, she became obsessed with all things Jesus. She found the concept of God watching over her kind of creepy and said “I don’t want Him on me. It’s my pillow”. Not long after that observation, she announced the following on the way home from preschool: “Jesus is ok at nap. He’s up in the cloud. He climb down on a ladder” (now I’m thinking well, you don’t see that every day – Jesus climbing down a ladder to sit on a toddler cot at naptime). “He climb down a tree. He very careful.” I’m guessing he didn’t want to break the fortune cookie he undoubtedly had in his pocket to share at snack…

  12. kim says: Reply

    i am sorry for not getting back to post….too crazy with work….

    put I’m going to post my true funny story anyways, sans the Steve.

    Setting: we are at the children’s museum in our town….There is an exhibit called Grossology….how the human body works…..Lewis is standing at the opening of a giant sized colon…(you can crawl thru the belly, thru intestines and out the colon….), bends over and farts into the opening of the colon. (I know he’s charming…he’s 7), as he does this, loudly, he exclaims….”Hey Mom, I bet that is the first time you have ever seen someone fart INTO a butt….”

    I’m embarassed enough, but the person working at the museum totally loses control of her laughter and that only encourages my son, who does the entire exercise over again and repeats his declaration of being the first person on planet earth to fart INTO a butt.

    It’s all I got!


  13. Eileen says: Reply

    Is it too late to enter? I have a completely true story to share that actually fits the parameters of this contest!

    My 5 yr. old daughter and I were driving home from a visit to the local science museum a few days ago and we were discussing what she wants to be when she grows up. “A mommy” she said with great conviction. “And how many children do you want?” I asked. “I want eleven babies, and they will all be twins and half of them will be boys and half of them will be girls” was her answer. “Well, you don’t see that every day!” was my reply. (I can’t wait to see my future half boy/half girl grandchild!)

  14. Amy says: Reply

    I must share and hope to win. My kid is desperate for a “Steve.”

    Just last week my son (age 3 1/2) got his haircut. my younger son (age 14 months) was chillin’ in his stroller. we were at the counter and I was paying. this nice couple was sitting waiting to get a cut and oogling at my youngest. my oldest turns around looks at them and out of the blue says exactly this “When I was an itty bitty baby I drank milk from my mommy’s boobies.” I was MORTIFIED.

  15. Amy says: Reply

    btw elle, i like the green Steve with the orange center.

  16. joel413 says: Reply

    Funny that you say “my gnome.” But as these are public comments, that’s all I’m going to say about that.

  17. mashed potatoes for babies…

    How do you come up with so much material to blog with?…

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