Noah: I have a dog at my house!
Lady cutting Noah's hair: You do? What's his name?
Noah: Romeo. He's AWESOME. And I have to take care of him!
Lady cutting Noah's hair: Wooowww! What kind of dog is Romeo?
Noah: Romeo?
Lady cutting Noah's hair: Yes. What kind of dog is he?
Noah: He's a Romeo. Romeo is a Romeo.
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Target. 4:30 pm. Gabe is riding in the front; Noah riding on the back, contrary to the warning label on which Gabe is sitting. Turning the corner from the shampoo aisle to the crowded pharmacy couter where Daddy is waiting with a bunch of other people . . .
Noah: WOOOOOAHHH! Mommy! You almost made me fall off this CART!
Mommy: Well, that's how it goes when you're standing there. It makes the cart hard to steer, and that can happen.
Noah: (in his best mommy-tone) Are you talking back to me?
Pharmacy Crowd: LOL
There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise. ~Storypeople
1 comments:
hahahaha that is too funny!!
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