May 24, 2006 @ 5:36 am | Filed under: Carnivals
Who needs the Tilt-a-Whirl when you’ve got breakfast table conversation like this?
“Mommy, how come in some Bible stories the parents love one child better than the others?”
(Ear-splitting wail.) “Aiiieeeee! Moooom! I just kicked the table with the toe that was bleeding a week ago!”
(What is it with the toe injuries around here?)
“Updown! Updown! Updown!” (Wonderboy’s word for “Hey look, I can climb on the stepstool all by myself!”)
“Rats. Now there’s milk on my shirt AND my chair. Oh, look, and the floor!”