While watching the ballet yesterday, during the part where the dad, wearing his nightshirt, "heard a clatter and sprang from his bed to see what was the matter":
Jemma: "Who's that?"
Me: "That's the daddy."
Jemma: "Pfft! He has a dress on! Boys don't wear dresses! Is that his bathrobe?"
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While waiting in line to meet Santa Claus:
Me: "Jemma, what are you going to ask Santa for when you sit on his lap?"
Jemma: "A snack."
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After sitting on Santa's lap:
Me: "What did you ask Santa for?"
Jemma: "A black cat."
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