"Mom. I am sorry for saying your leg is fat."
Um... I was confused. I am semi-deaf when I'm trying to accomplish a task (I get that from my dad). So I responded, "What? Did you just say that I'm fat?" (Wouldn't blame her honestly. Baby weight is sure stubborn.)
"Noooo! Loook!" she yelled. And she pointed at her drawing on the fridge, "I didn't mean to be MEAN--I'm sorry, Mom."
She seemed pretty concerned, so I laughed and said, "Oh, Claire, it's no big deal! I make mistakes drawing all the time. I mean, you didn't draw it that way on purpose." I pointed to my left leg and said, "I know this leg isn't bigger than the other one."
She cocked her head, smirked, pointed to my other leg and said, "No, that one is."
Huh.
Maybe next she'll apologize for decapitating her dad.
Cutie pie. When I'm making dinner, I send all people out of the kitchen. Can't concentrate and I can't stand having other people breathing on me while I'm trying to maneuver and deal with food.
ReplyDeleteDiana. I am so jealous. I can't figure out how to do that. I have the world's smallest kitchen and I have kids coming in with chairs begging to help. Tell me your secrets!
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