Last night while driving my little ones to their dance class, my eight year old daughter--out of nowhere mind you--said something about how she hoped I never got shot.
"I would be so sad if you died, daddy" she tells me.
I assured her that if I died I would be sad too. She was quiet for a moment before offering "you mean like zombie sad?"
Of course, there is the other side of the coin -
Today she tells me I remind her of a seahorse. "Why do you say that?" I ask.
"Cause of your great big belly."
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ENOUGH
I put the blah in blog.
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Ansel Adams I ain't
I finally got around to my PHOTO BLOG. Only People I know get to see it.
If you know me and you want to see my crappy pictures, please contact me and I'll add you to the list.
If you know me and you want to see my crappy pictures, please contact me and I'll add you to the list.
2der Mooby type stuff
ENOUGH
2 comments:
HAHAHAHA is all i can say because kids say the darndest things hahahaha
Damn Big C never gets online and when he does he is the first to comment on the blog!
Lucky for Lily to not know (yet) that at a certain age, we all become zombies.....'braaaains'
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