Me: Ouch!
You: What's wrong, Mom?
Me: I got an owie on my finger.
You: Where?
*grin*
Another funny one...tonight you were desperately trying to delay your bedtime and you kept thinking of all kinds of excuses to get daddy to come to your room.
You: Daddy!! Come here.
Dad: What is it, Madeline?
You: I have something on my lip.
*grin* ...a few desperate minutes later...
You: Daddy!! Come here.
Dad: What is it, Madeline?
You: There's something on my finger.
...another few minutes go by...
You: Daddy, do you want to watch me go poo-poo?
Dad: No thank you, Maddie. Call me when you go and I'll change it for you.
*grin*
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