I Can’t Keep Up

January 3, 2010 @ 7:29 am | Filed under:

Rilla comes hobbling in, using a wiffle ball bat for a cane.

“Look, Mommy, I’m playing I’m a grandma!”

Me: “Why, hello there, Grandma.”

Rilla: “Mommy. I’m not playing that any more.”


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  1. sarah says:

    LOL! Hilarious ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Jamie Salvucci says:

    Everytime I open your blog and see “Rilla” for a moment I think it must be my long awaited post about why you love Rilla of Ingleside best. But alas it is just another adorable little tidbit from your sweet little girl. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  3. Joy says:

    Bahahahahaha! I love that kid.

  4. Janelle says:

    I have a 4 year old girl and can deeply appreciate the confused look that must have been on your face just then! ๐Ÿ™‚