Me: Where do you think Daddy works?
E: Um...um...Target.
Me: Daddy doesn't work at Target! Where does he work?
E: Shopping.
Me: That doesn't even make sense! You know where Daddy works.
E: (With conviction) Little Gym!
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E: (Urgently) Need to sing A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P. (She then proceeds to start singing, having gotten through the full title of the song appropriately.)
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Me: Careful, don't lay on Wilbur and squish him.
E: Squish him into food!
Me: That is not a great idea. We shouldn't eat the cat.
E: No....
Me: Probably a little stringy.
E: Yeah...
2 comments:
Those made me chuckle out loud. Especially the part about squishing the cat into food. Wilbee would be stringy. And Gussy? She'd be fatty. REAAALLY fatty.
(It's too bad Jon doesn't work at Target. Two words: employee discount.
Don't you love that you can say things like "probably a little stringy" and they just agree because they don't know any better! :) Jeff always says, "Isn't that why we had him? To make fun of him?!?" Yes, I think so.
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