Guess who said what this morning in the following conversation, as OC and I discussed her choice of clothing.
"Are you wearing your play jeans?"
"Yes."
"Do they have holes in the knees?"
*impish smile, which means yes
"You look like a.....a....what is the word?"
*thinkthinkthink
"Give me a minute. I'll think of it."
*thinkthinkthinkstupidbrain
"Your minute is up."
"You look like a...why do I want to say flower, or muffin?"
"...teenager?"
*checks thesaurus
"A guttersnipe? Tatterdemalion? I've never heard of those. Wait, muffin was close. Ragamuffin! That's it. You look like a ragamuffin. Oliver Twist. Please sir, can I have some more?"
"Whaaaaat?!?" takes bowl away
The girl thinks quickly, I'll give her that.
2 comments:
I am so glad that I am not the only one who thinks her children look like street urchins from time to time.
Sigh, acceptance is hard. If I could have a dream career: eradicating to short pants the world over.
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