Actual conversation between Trot and I around 8 pm tonight, while we sat on the couch watching whatever Ciera and Rakes were enthralled with on Disney.
Trot: "Where am I doing now Dad?"
Me: "To bed in a few minutes."
Trot: "No. Where am I doing NOW Dad?"
Me: "To BED in a few minutes."
Trot: "No. WHERE AM I DOING NOW DAD?"
Me: "TO BED!"
Ciera: "He means where is he going tomorrow."
Me: "Oh. To Papa's house."
Trot: "You tunny, Dad."
I consider it a small miracle I'm not currently a resident of the closest mental institution.
5 comments:
At least Ciera can interpret for you. I think it's easier to interpret my drunk posting than Trotanese
Ted, I can only say that it has to be some comfort that they understand each other.
Kelly and Tex, we really need a full time translator.
I'm smiling over the new picture in your header. :)
Thank Kelly, sis. ;)
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