I teased Dane the other day, so he turned to me and tried to make a menacing face as he said, "Do you want to feel the warth of Dane?"
"What was that?"
He cracked a smile and said, "Um, do you want to feel the, um, warth? of Dane?"
"You got that from a book, didn't you?"
"Um, yeah..."
"Nice try, buddy, but it's wrath!" I said, and we had a good laugh.
Later that day, I brought Aubrey home from softball practice and told her the story. She laughed, too. Then she said, "What a trud."
Oh my gosh. That gril kills me.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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4 comments:
God bless those dear grandchildren I half. Dane and Aubs have picked up some of the best of Grammy Jan Jan's traits.
You've still got me chuckling.
Lovingly,
Grammy JJ
Oh my gosh! I smell ESSAY!!!
Love that they understand the fun of words. Get that from their mom I bet.
Tee Hee...word mix-ups and spellings. I love it!
Keep up the reading and writing, kids. You're both a hoot.
Love,
Mema
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