Sister S: “What are you making?”
Michael’s Mom: “Corn muffins.”
Sister S: “Ewww!”
Me: “Why ‘ewww’?”
Sister S: “It sounds gross.”
Me: “Have you had cornbread?”
Sister S: “Yes.”
Me: “Well, it’s the same thing, just in muffin form.”
Sister S: “Ewwww.”
Me: “What makes it ewww? It’s the same darn thing!”
Sister S: “Because I don’t like cornbread.”
Me, to Michael’s Mommy: “Can I smack her?”
Michael’s Mommy: “Be my guest.”
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December 8th, 2009 - 6:55 am
Teens around here evoke similar conversations. I think it’s God’s way of helping up burn off purgatory time.
December 8th, 2009 - 8:29 am
Sounds like fun. Can’t wait until my little one can talk and thus talk back.
December 8th, 2009 - 9:48 am
Gee, she probably won’t eat tamale pie when she’s over here after Christmas. She can always have peanut butter and jelly.
December 9th, 2009 - 3:45 am
LOL! That is classic. Thanks for the funny this morning.
(Otter, you need to do something to cancel that curse you just started!)