Tink: Mom, I lobe you in the day time.
Me: I also lobe you in the day time.
Tink: I lobe you in the night, when the sun is gone.
Me: I also lobe you in the night time.
(FYI- Honestly, we have never before, actually listed our love for each other in this format.)
Tink: I mostly lobe you, in our house. In dis house we libe in. I lobe you, in here, the berry most.
Me: I also lobe you in this house.
Flash to Coach's Worst Nightmare:
22 years later. Coach arrives home for lunch. Carrying our pre-ordered DQ bags. Finds us, on our opposite ends of the sectional couch. Blindly watching
'Jersey Shore Season 27: The Next Generation'.
With no hope for Tink's Marital Status or my rapidly growing rear-end.
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Coach: Kid, if you could pick any 3 friends, to go do something fun with tomorrow... Who would you pick? Answer, quick 3 names.
Kid: Six (cousin), Tre and Grammy.
Coach: Seriously? Grammy? Did you just say that?
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Me: Coco! Stop eating Wet-wipes!
Coco: (the garbled sound of a child eating wet-wipes.)
All Tru Stories....
4 comments:
Did he just list me third? You just wrote that to keep him from looking like a dork! You know I was first.
Just make sure there is plenty of Diet Coke to wash down that DQ for lunch, and you wont have to worry about that rear end thing
I think this should be a weekly segment.
I would list Grammy too, Kid!
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