My dear daughter is saying "Apple. Apple. Mommy, Apple. Apple." I fixed her an apple and she started crying. Now she's saying it over and over again in a voice that says "I'm so sad. Fix me an apple please...." all while pouting of course. But she doesn't want what she's asking for.
I've had the Oscar Mayer bologna song going through my head all afternoon for no real reason. "My bologna has a first name - it's O-S-C-A-R. My bologna has a second name......" you get the picture. And yes, you're welcome. :)
I don't have anything laid out for dinner and my husband is pulling in the driveway as I type this. I'm in obviously no hurry to jump up and fix something but I feel like I should.
I've got a meeting tonight that I'm really excited about, but don't really wanna get dressed and ready for.
Random day, don't you think?
1 comment:
Fix him a fried bologna sandwich, already - you're subconscience is demanding it. And give one to your daughter - as you present it to her, say, really slowly, "Ap-ple."
She will be so confused, she might stop calling for fruits of all kinds, forever!
(No, my kids don't REALLY need therapy... gulp!)
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