Here are some more conversations from the last week.
Larissa comes upstairs.
momma, momma, I went poop, THREE poops and I only used ONE wipe.
me: did you get it all?
L: yep, you wanna see inside my butt?
She then pulls down her pants, bends over and spreads her cheeks. I just had to laugh.
Today we were driving back from McDonalds, down Route 6. The speed limit once you pass Lowe's is 55mph. The guy 2 in front of me was going 40 mph (and breaking when he got to 41mph) I guess he missed the sign that said the speed limit changed to 55mph. i was getting frustrated, and so were the other 6 cars behind me (as they were getting closer and closer to me, but I had no where to go)
Skylar pipes up, Mom, they are making us go slower than a peach rolling in a hen house. ?????? Where does she come up with this?
No comments:
Post a Comment