The unthinkable happened tonight. We were eating pizza, God's greatest food-gift to mankind, and the yellow-haired child turned up her nose at it.
"It's wucky!" she said.
"Excuse me?" I threatened.
"I don't want dat. It's wucky!" she said
"You'd better watch it, young lady," I said, "or it'll come to fisticuffs."
The door slammed as she walked outside. I turned to my wife, "Whose child is she, Woman?"
4 comments:
Wucky? That is adorable.
Are we looking at a two year old?
I am loving her bling and her hair is pretty with a little sass.
She looks confident of her assessment of the pizza, but philosphical rather than judgmental.
Sagacious.
P.S. I liked the storytelling too.
Hey, Alison. That is a great description of our two year old. She is all sass and bling. She started hmph-ing a while back when you tell her something, which we are desperately trying to break her of and enjoy all at the same time.
I obviously didn't read the title of the post, "It takes two..." when I asked if the little pretty was two.
Prayed for your interview. Hope it went well.
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