daughter: *walks into living room where my nephew is making things out of construction paper*nephew: Look! A paper man!
daughter: That's nice...wait, where did you get glue??
nephew: Huh?
daughter: *doesn't see anything even remotely resembling glue except on paper* Glue! Where'd you get it?
nephew: I didn't use glue..
daughter: Well what's that??!
nephew:...toothpaste...
daughter: *blink*
So my Me, mom and my daughter are in mom's car leaving the department store. Conversation goes like this: Excuse the bad editing and grammar.
Mom: *looks in rear view mirror at my daughter* "pass me the blam"
Daughter: * appears confused* " Huh"
Me: *scrunches forehead, says nothing*Mom: the blam!
Daughter: whats blam?
Mom: *getting annoyed* " THE BLAM, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT BLAM IS HONEY?"
Daughter: No??? *nervous*
Me: *nervous* "Hm"
Mom:" BLAM you put on your lips?!"
Daughter: "Ohhhh, Lip Balm grandma?"
Mom: "Oh yeah".
Me: *Smacks forehead in disbelief*
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