I took my 9, 8, and 6 year-old daughters grocery shopping with me this afternoon.
Scene: standing in front of the assortment of frozen breakfast items
Me: "L., what kind of waffles do you want?"
L., jumping up and down, : "Boobs! Boobs! Boobs!"
Me: <bewildered stare>
S: "She means blueberry."
Me: "Ooh, okay." <I put a box of blueberry waffles in the cart.>
S: "I have to translate for her."
Yeah, I can see that. And thank you.
One day she'll get the kind she didn't mean
ReplyDeleteLOL. That'll teach her to ask for that flavor of waffles!
Deletebahahaha One of those "some day" moments.
ReplyDeleteYeah, if I hadn't been so caught off-guard by her response, I could've said something intelligent like, "Maybe when you're older, kid." :)
DeleteDale I've just noticed that you created an entirely new acronym...DaHD Dad and His Daughters. Tickles me these wee things
ReplyDeleteHa! I hadn't even noticed that. :)
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