Fiona brought us a picture she drew
Me: What color is that?
Fiona: Brown!
Me: And what things are brown?
Fiona: Blank stare
Dave: (Evil twinkle in his eye) Come here Fiona I'll tell you something brown.
Me: Dave no! Tell her chocolate.
Dave: (totally ignoring me, why do I try? Stage whisper) Poo poo is brown.
Fiona: (repeating faithfully) Poo poo is brown.
Me: (Shoots Dave disgusted look)
Fiona: No poo poo's not brown.
Me: She's got ya there, hers isn't always.
Fiona: Poo poo's green.
Me: So there Dave. (Sticks out tongue in most mature manner possible)
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Now she's getting it!
Grape juice or Captain Crunch Berries or crayons? I've had to explain the color of poo to a couple of confused little boys at certain points in life.
Repeat after Momma, Fiona:
Daddy's full of poo poo.
I'm sensing a theme this week.
Yep too bad Dave wasn't being such a smart a** a couple weeks ago or I could have had blarney stone week for St Patricks day.
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