Sandbox Conversation

Mallory: This sand is really gooshy today.

B (across-the-street friend): I'm making footprints.

Mal: Well I'm making a sandcastle.

Phoebe: Hi Bay! Hi Bay! Hi Bay!

Me: B, Phoebe is saying hi to you.

B: Oh.

Mal: I watched a movie today.

B: Me too, I watched The Fox and the Hound.

Mal: Well I watched Drop Dead Fred.

Me: You did?

Mal: Yeah, it's a really good movie. It's about a girl named Elizabef and her imaginated friend. He's invisible. It's my favorite movie now. It's really good. Really.

Phoebe: Weevie, Bay! I watch weevie! I watch weevie, Bay!

B: I'm done with my sandcastle. I'm the queen!

Mal: Well I'm the mommy. No, how 'bout you be little girl and I'm the mommy.

B: No, I'm the queen.

Mal: No, how 'bout you're the princess. Wouldn't you rather be a princess? Because when you're a princess you're more beautiful and...and...danceable.

B: Well, okay.

Phoebe: Punce, Bay! A punce! [Princess]

B: My mom says I can't have any snacks.

Mal: Oh, that's sad.

Phoebe: Snack, Mommy? Phoebe have snack one too?

All girls, as dog leaps into the sandbox: Finn, stop!

Finn: Aaarooo!

Comments

H Noble said…

Wow. How long does it take to clean two kids and a dog up after playing in a 'gooshy' sandbox?
H

1:16 PM

aimee said…

This is what you have to look forward to Holly!!!

11:07 PM

aimee said…

Hilarious by the way. I love how Mallory talked her friend into being a princess because she is more danceable.

11:07 PM

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