Ava: "Mom, I need to give you something."
Me: "What is it?"
Ava: "See this sock? It is all estrangled!" (as she hands me a sock turned inside out)
Me: "Ava, please stop crying. Throwing a fit doesn't get you anything."
Ava: "I can't stop! My throat won't stop crying!"
At the Wendy's drive thru:
Ava: "Mom, is that a girl or a boy?" (the employee at the window was a very masculine female)
Me: "Ava, be quiet!" (as I tried not to look the poor women in the eye)
Honest question for her age, but embarrassing nonetheless!
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