Today when I was buckling Baby into her carseat she asked for her pacie.
"Say please mommy, please mommy, please please please." I said busting a out a good beat.
"Peas mommy, peas mommy, peas peas peas." Baby repeated.
"Say Mom is the bomb, she's the bomb." I add.
"Mom es da bomb, see's da bomb." Baby repeated.
"Say Mom is hot, she's so hot." I say, fearing I've pressed my luck.
"Mom es hot, see's so hot." Baby dutifully continues.
"Okay." I say satisfied and toss her the pacie.
We both drove off perfectly happy.
Showing posts with label sure coming from Baby... whose fashion sense is skewed heavily toward hobo... hot is relative but you've got take what you can get. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sure coming from Baby... whose fashion sense is skewed heavily toward hobo... hot is relative but you've got take what you can get. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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