I am cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. Spontaneously from the table where my towhead is finishing her chicken I hear the following:
“Mama, tank wu berry much for makin me dinner.”
The pendulum shifts again. My two-year-old will live another day.
I am cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. Spontaneously from the table where my towhead is finishing her chicken I hear the following:
“Mama, tank wu berry much for makin me dinner.”
The pendulum shifts again. My two-year-old will live another day.
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2 responses so far ↓
erin // 14 May 2008 at 9:42 am |
Hi Crystal!! I finally got a chance to gaze at ur blog..sounds like u been busy!! U def will have to save this memory in the bank for when she does something to make u grrrr….
How sweet!
Nana Papa // 14 May 2008 at 12:10 pm |
We are still laughing. Papa thought this was hilarious. Tank you Momma for dinner.