Manic Mommy: Hey guys, look at the pretty red tree out the window.
HRH: It's out MY window.
RC: It's out MY window.
HRH: No! It's out MY window.
RC: No! It's out MY window.
HRH: No! It's out MY window.
RC: No! It's out MY window.
...continues until MM drives into a bridge abutment...(not really)
HRH (with air of superiority): We can fight about this later. Let's talk about something else. I'm four. How old are you?
RC (deadpan): I'm four.
HRH (aghast at his rightful place as OLDEST being called into question): No you're not! You're two!
RC (practically smirking): I'm four.
HRH (apoplectic): YOU'RE TWO!
RC: I'm four.
Manic Mommy turns up radio and eyes passing bridge abutment...she's in big trouble...
Well, maybe you should consider putting one of them in the trunk - we all agree it's a reasonable solution (or haven't you read my Breaking Point post yet?). Head on over to my place...
ReplyDeleteHey, you been spying in on my suburban?
ReplyDeleteSeriously, great blog & great wit!
Found ya' thru bossy.
Go Sox- I used to live in Narragansett, RI.
This is US! So totally! Spot on! I love it.
ReplyDeleteOK, this is really, really strange.. there are TWO of us! Yikes!
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