Friday, August 1, 2014

#117 Picky Eater

At dinner time Taylor's fork fell on the floor. She refused to pick it up. Surveying what was on her plate I decided the fork was optional.

"Okay," I said, "just use your fingers to eat."

To that she moaned, "NOOOOOOOOOO! I don't want to be a picky eater!!!!"

Ah, good old fashioned misunderstandings.

#116 Grown Ups

I was half listening to Hallie have a conversation with my dad. I became a full blown eves-dropper when he said, "Hallie, did you know that I had NINE kids?"

Hallie's mouth gaped open in amazement as she said, "What?! What happened to them? Did they die?"

Something like that, Hallie. Only completely not. It's called growing up.