Between the sawmill and sandbox is everything...home.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tickeled my funnybone #5682
As he hung onto my leg yesterday, he jumped back and said "Ow!! You got WEEDS growin' there!"
In the evening, we could hear a siren going by in the distance. He jumped up, ran to the door, and said "It's a firetruck! Mom! Can we go to the parade?"
3 comments:
Ahh, how I miss Oliverisms...
-Katrina
So then you should come home for sure in Sept!!:)
That's hilarious!
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