Not The Favorite
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
My! What A Vast Vocabu...FIRE!!!
Anyway, we get inside the smoky-filled room and I say “Ok, what do we do?” And she looks at me in front of the fireman and I’m thinking I’m about to show off my super smart kid and she says “I don’t know. Pick me up! I want out.” Damn it…
- Sunday at family dinner, she told everyone that she wanted a new cat named Carly. She plans to open the door to the hall, shoo out Trinity, lead her down the stairs and let her out the door. Once she’s gone, we get a new nice cat. When asked why, she responded, “Sometimes when she’s under the table, she scratches me because she’s surly.”
- Driving home last night after work, we were asking Lauren what she wanted to be when she grew up. Jon and I were tossing out occupations and it went something like this.
Me: “Do you want to take care of animals?”
Jon: “How about going into space and exploring the stars?”
Me and Jon: “How about driving a bus, or being a teacher? What about a police officer or an acrobat?”
Lauren: “ AHHH!! Too many options!!”