Saturday, November 27, 2010

Sick

Mom: (Lying down on the floor with a blanket) I'm about to die.
Caroline: Anna, Mom's dying!
Mom: I'm not really dying, I'm just sick and I'm complaining about it.
Anna: Mom, grownups don't complain.

Anna: (Later, after some thought) If you die, no one will be here to take care of us!
Caroline: (Not missing a beat) We could move to Grandpa Larry's house until Dad gets home.



4 comments:

  1. I'm sorry to hear you were sick! I love the little tidbits you share about your kids.

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  2. There's always the bunkhouse too. That's always been my backup plan. Just a short walk to the three freezers full of pies...

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  3. Three freezers full of pies and you are even closer to a good t-bone!

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