Mind: Blown
March 6, 2011 @ 7:33 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Wonderboy, inquiring about my evening plans: What will you do at twelve o’clock?
(We’ve already covered nine, ten, and eleven o’clock.)
Me: I’ll go to bed, probably.
Rilla (gasps): Twelve o’clock at night?
Me: Yup.
Rilla, incredulous: You mean there are minutes in the night??
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Jeanne says:
Sigh. I love these things! I remember when my youngest son called the day after tomorrow “tomorrow tomorrow”. And then, when summer came, my oldest was able to wear “short sleeve pants.”
No wonder we all hate to sleep away part of our 24 hours. All those MINUTES….
On March 6, 2011 at 7:41 am
Hannah says:
I love that girl.
But you know that.
Me hungry!
On March 6, 2011 at 11:21 am
Melissa Wiley says:
She misses you. Keeps asking when you’re coming back!
On March 6, 2011 at 11:33 am
Leah Courtney says:
I love it! What a kidism!
On March 6, 2011 at 1:16 pm
Ellie says:
Well that’s torn it, now she’ll want to stay up all night, just to see š
(reminds me of something one of Anne-with-an-e’s children would have said).
On March 6, 2011 at 2:45 pm
Mary Patnaude says:
Yes, and mommies see those minutes much too often!!
On March 12, 2011 at 3:07 pm