Sometimes You Wish You Had a Muzzle
We had a pizza delivered to the house for dinner tonight. When I answered the door, the girls were bouncing right behind me, excited about the food. As I was signing the slip of paper to pay for our meal, I heard Kate’s little voice pipe up behind me.
“It’s a monkey, Mama, it’s a monkey!”
I can only hope the delivery man could not understand her. He didn’t seem to have a reaction to what she said and I ignored her. (The poor man was not good-looking, but I don’t think he looked that much like a monkey.)
You just never know what’s going to come out of your kids’ mouths and how embarrassed it will make you.
2 Comments »
Comment by Christine
November 6, 2008 @ 5:19 pm #
And I see it’s not always good! LOL!
Comment by Amanda
November 7, 2008 @ 4:44 pm #
I love it! She’s so adorible!
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