"Today is Friday, isn't it? GOOD!!"
"MOM! Marissa is sucking on her toes..."
"We're out of dog food...can we make them some oatmeal?"
"Hey Lisa...catch!" (as the football is thrown from the entryway, through the dining room and into the living room)
"...do ya want me to go and get dad's sledge hammer?"
"I love you, mom."
"If I were to see Satan in the form of a two-headed snake and he was talking to me, what do ya think I should say to him...or should I just get my hatchet and chop him in two?"
Looking through a cooking magazine, Ceara (14) said, "Doesn't this look good...can I make this for supper tonight? Doesn't this one look good, too...do'ya think I can make this sometime, too?" (Why yes, dear, you can make supper anytime you want...like every night, even, if you want.)
And from my dear husband, calling from work..."I thought I'd come home early today since I know you've been busy and I thought you'd like some help."
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