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Forgotten Funnies

...because my memory is not what it used to be.

Phoebe
We were at a playground a few weeks ago and Phoebe left her special puppy, her pink one puppy, on a bench. A little boy grabbed it, Phoebe saw him, and I expected a major contretemps to ensue. Instead she said, "It's okay. You can hold it. Don't worry! You can squish it too."

My in-laws overheard this conversation Phoebe was holding with two of her dolls: "Where's Mommy? Oh, she's not available right now."

Chris greeted us when we came home yesterday afternoon and Phoebe responded: "Hi Daddy! I'm Phoebe! And this is my mommy!"



Mallory

"I did really good at maths today," she said. I asked her what exactly she did in "maths." "I don't know," she said, "but I was really good at it."

Later: "Two kids in my class cried today," she told me. "Annie cried because she missed her mom, and Molly cried because she didn't like the drill."

"The drill?" I said. "Oh, did you have a fire drill?"

"Yeah...no, actually, it was a tomato drill."

Beware of those tomatoes!

Comments

Anonymous said…
A tomoato drill is new to me! I didn't realize that they were that dangerous.

Mom
9:34 PM
H Noble said…
Oh, they can be! When you bite down on those little cherry ones, they can shoot completely across the table. And my nephew adores doing that!
H
8:24 AM
aimee said…
HA!HA!HA!HA! That one is priceless!!!
10:34 AM
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