It all started about a month ago when Beignet spent the night at a friend's. "Poor Tammy," Bug said from her carseat as we pulled out of the friend's driveway, "You only have one kid."
We've recently started talking about the excitement of next weekend: BOTH girls will be sleeping over somewhere (separate places, same night, perfect planning). This is something like what I overheard in the bathroom yesterday morning, the buzz of electric toothbrushes in the background.
Bug: You sleeping at (friend)'s house?
Beignet: Yes, and you will be at your mom's.
Bug: Poor Tammy! She have no kids. Tammy be sad?
Beignet: Probably. She has CC and Stubby though.
Bug: Bug can't take CC to mom's.
Beignet (laughing): And I can't put Stubby in my backpack!
Bug: Tammy Ok. Tammy only have cats though. No kids. Tammy pick you up?
Beignet: Yup.
Bug: Tammy pick me up?
Beignet: uh-huh.
Bug: Then Tammy have TWO kids 'gain!
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