We are having a typical, face-to-face potty conversation, when Emma stops and points to my mouth.
E: Mommy, your tooth.
M: Yes, those are my teeth.
E: But your tooth, Mommy.
M: Yes, honey that is my tooth. What about it?
E: It's, it's tipping over.
[long pause]
M: No, honey. It's just crooked. Thanks for noticing.
E: Your welcome, Mommy.
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4 comments:
LOL!!! Are you kidding me??? LOL!!! Too funny!!! Love you Miss Emma!!! XOXOXO
just wait when she says something about the big fat lady in the grocery store or the lady with hair on her chin at church! a new lesson in humility.
hope you're putting these all in book form! I'll purchase the first copy!
I LOVE these posts! Keep 'em coming!
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