

Throw a bored baby into the mix


There was a rather authoritative knock on the door. "Who could that be?" I asked. Hubs answers the door and then I try to explain to these guys, while standing in a translucent tee-shirt sans undergarments of any kind, how I let the baby play with the phone. My eight year old stood there looking at me like I was headed for the time out chair and my husband just shook his head embarrassed. At least I gave them something to talk about after they left(I have been working out you know.) Of course consummate blogger that I am, after the cops left, what was the first thing I had to say?
"Now I have something to blog about."
You left off the part about, "I told you so."
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, that's the other part. Right after I showed scolding daddy the new baby trick, he warned me, watch out she'll dial 911.
ReplyDeleteBah, I told him, what's the chance she's going to press that exact sequence of numbers? Haaaaa, I underestimated the young one.
LMAO!!! That is the funniest thing ever! Your child is wise beyond her years...
ReplyDeleteDoh! She is a dickens.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
ReplyDeleteZach called me at work one day. I reckon he wanted me to come and save him.
But your girl REALLY wanted saving.
woops!
ReplyDeleteBebe's starting young. Good girl!
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