Two funny exchanges with the Girl Child this weekend:
1. The phone rings but stops ringing by the time I get to it to pick it up. The Girl Child looks at me and the phone and simply utters, grimly: "The buttheads".
Wonder where she picked that phrase up from *looking around innocently*.
2. At dinner last night with my father, the Girl Child runs off to play with her new best friend, another 4 year old girl. After a bit of running around, the Girl Child comes back with a serious expression and asks, "Mamma, what's my cell phone number?"
For the record, she doesn't have one.
Posted by Random Penseur at June 20, 2005 08:51 AMWhat kind of father are you? My guess is she doesn't have a credit card either. Jeez!
Posted by: dr pants at June 21, 2005 04:31 PMWas that a silent "yet" at the end of that last sentence?
Posted by: Howard at June 22, 2005 09:44 PMPhew, I'm glad she doesn't have a cellphone! Those things are beginning earlier and earlier ...
Posted by: Hannah at June 25, 2005 03:27 AM