A few riveting conversation took place today after we got home from Church Camp. Please try to contain your awe and excitement over the words you are about to read.
Sweetboy: “Mama, guess what? Elmer Fudd uses a lot of ‘W’s’ in his words.”
Me: “Oh really? Why do you think that is?”
Sweetboy: “Because he speaks another language, probably. Or, he’s missing lots of teeth.” Oh, indeed!
To which Sweetman declared, “If you don’t blog about that, I will!” I kindly reminded him that he does not, in fact, even have a blog.
And, not to be outdone in the Riveting Conversation Department, here’s Sweetgirl’s input for today:
Sweetgirl: “Mama, does Nana know she wears a necklace on her foot?”
Me: “I do believe she does, Sweetgirl.” (You do, right Nana?)
And because Sweetdog truly is one of us, she limped in this afternoon saying (and I quote):
Sweetdog: “I need to go to the vet today as my leg hurts quite badly and I haven’t cost you guys the customary couple hundred dollars yet this month.” If this dog could talk, I PROMISE you, that is exactly what she would say!
Therefore, I am off to the vet. Riveting. I know…