So it's the time of year that everyone loves yet has nothing to do. Perfect weather, foliage riddled in flowers, and yet the closest holiday (and by holiday I mean time off of work) is still a month and a half away. I mean, the most exciting things I've heard the last few days is something about tax returns and maybe the loss of a mucus plug.
See? Nothing to update our facebook statuses about.
And I just need to blog. So allow me to share with you a what-would-be humiliating conversation that occured amongst myself, a four-year-old, and her father. Eh-hem...
Four-year-old: I want to go to your house!
Me: Ok.
Four-year-old: I want to sleep at your house!
Me: Well then who's gonna sleep in your bed?
Four-year-old: You!
Me: Me? So wait, you're gonna sleep in my bed and I'm gonna sleep in yours?
Four-year-old: (giggling) Yes! You sleep in my bed with Robert! And Robbie!
Me: So you're going to sleep at my house with nobody there? (she nods) Listen, you run this by your dad and see what he says.
(She drags me by the ring finger down the hall to her father)
Four-year-old: Dad, she is gonna sleep with you.
(Father and I, both shocked, look at each other)
Me: Um, she actually wants to swap houses...
Dad: (laughing) Oh! Oh, ok, because I thought she meant -
Me: Nope. Nope, that's not what she meant.
(sigh) Come on, Memorial Day.....
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oh my gosh! wetting myself.
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