My kids are always saying funny things; oftentimes after something particularly amusing, Chris will say, "You're going to blog about that, right?" And I usually mean to, but then sometimes I sit down and try to write it down, and whatever it was that made us laugh so hard loses something in the translation.
This is one example:
Tonight at dinner, Mallory said, "What's a cornucopia?"
"It's a horn-shaped basket," Phoebe said promptly and matter-of-factly, and we just died laughing. When the giggles had died down, Chris said, "Yes, and it's usually filled with fruits and vegetables."
"No," Phoebe said in disgust. "It's filled with pumpkins and leaves and pine cones." And we died laughing again.
Trust me, it really was funny.
So that wraps up Thanksgiving, and that wraps up NaBloPoMo as well. I did it! Thirty days, thirty posts, go me.
This is one example:
Tonight at dinner, Mallory said, "What's a cornucopia?"
"It's a horn-shaped basket," Phoebe said promptly and matter-of-factly, and we just died laughing. When the giggles had died down, Chris said, "Yes, and it's usually filled with fruits and vegetables."
"No," Phoebe said in disgust. "It's filled with pumpkins and leaves and pine cones." And we died laughing again.
Trust me, it really was funny.
So that wraps up Thanksgiving, and that wraps up NaBloPoMo as well. I did it! Thirty days, thirty posts, go me.
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I think I had to be there, huh?
:)
Mom