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Today at Target, Katherine wanted to ride in the seat part of the carriage with those holes where you stick your legs (Elizabeth was being carried). I wasn't sure if she'd still fit, she hasn't ridden that way in awhile. But she got in ok. Later in the parking lot when I went to lift her out, the following conversation occurred:
Daddy: Hey, slid right outta there.
Katherine: Slide right outta your pants...
Daddy: What? You don't want to slide right out of your pants, sweetie. Then you'd be naked.
Katherine: No Daddy, that's my new song I made up, it's called you slide right out of your pants.
Daddy: Oh. Sounds like a rap song.
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Posted by ddm on January 2, 2006 10:44:52 PM EST
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