Under what circumstances would a four-year-old giggle maniacally and then - unprompted by either her big sister, her father, or her plucky imaginary friend, Bad Toe - under what cirucumstances would said child declare to her dearest mother:
"Mommy, your butt is paid for!See...see...this is what I'm talking about.
Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!
Your booty is bought and paid for!"
And we don't even have television.
And I was NOT wearing my shiny pants.
So...riddle me this.
Answer:
B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
(I had a price tag stuck on my bottom.)
2 comments:
Jozet!!!
I just found your blog from your Smeagol comment on Julie's blog! Snort, indeed!
How are you? The Junebugs miss you!
More, more, MORE!! Jozet, I got the link to your blog from Cathy's (Space Age Housewife). You may remember me from CD. Anyway, you're a FABULOUS writer, and your posts have me in tears laughing--the only problem is I need more!
You should be published, woman.
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