At the counter, just now, as I was buttering and seasoning tonight’s chicken.
Quinn: “Gross. You’re touching the pig.”
Me: “It's not a pig.”
Quinn: “Rooster. Whatever. Chicken!”
Pause...
Quinn, as I rubbed butter into the opening of the bird: “Eww. You’re touching the bum!”
Pause...
Quinn: “I hope I don’t get the bum.”
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
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So drole! It's amazing what kids come out with.
ReplyDeleteHe's sure determined thats a pig!!
ReplyDeletei cannot wait until i can have converstaions like this with my little man... found your blog while i was surfing. i like it...
ReplyDeletethanks a ton for the advice. it is nice to make bloggie friends...
ReplyDeleteI hope I don't get the bum either....too funny.
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