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One day last week my 3yr old told me, as I was resting on the couch waiting for the queasiness to pass, that I looked like a farm. "A what?" says I. "A farm," says she, clear as day. I still have no idea what she meant but it neither sounded like a compliment or an insult, just an observation. I'm sure it's the strangest thing I've ever been called. I was shopping earlier this week with all the little Willies in tow (as usual). As I was selecting some ground beef, Blue was following Atira along the display of meat in the freezer, listening as Atira read the names. They came to a huge hunk of meat with a sticker reading "Pork Loin." Atira thoughtfully read aloud, "Lion..." Blue commented, "I don't like lion meat." "Me either," says Atira and they casually moved on. I was still laughing when the fella that heads the meat dept. walked out of the back. He got quite a kick out of it, too. This morning Seth informed me, "Blue peed in my undies.' Figure that one out. Apparently he had let her borrow a pair of his undies when she couldn't find any of her own and later had this accident in them. Mystery solved. |
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