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.”
Teens around here evoke similar conversations. I think it’s God’s way of helping up burn off purgatory time.
Sounds like fun. Can’t wait until my little one can talk and thus talk back.
Gee, she probably won’t eat tamale pie when she’s over here after Christmas. She can always have peanut butter and jelly.
LOL! That is classic. Thanks for the funny this morning.
(Otter, you need to do something to cancel that curse you just started!)