She said:
Daughter: Mommy, I am going to marry Wyatt.
Me: Uh, (thinking NO WAY but said...) Oh, why do you want to marry Wyatt?
Daughter: Because he is nice to me.
Me: Oh, I see. Well, is he a Prince of God?
Daughter: No.
Me: Well, only a daughter of God can marry a Prince of God. (Point, set,.... BUT WAIT her wheels are turning in her head)
Daughter: Oh he is a Prince of God today though. It is Sunday. Me: Ugh.
He said:
Me: Stop arguing.
Daughter: I am not arguing.
Me: I have had enough for "Pete's Sake."
Son: No mommy, it is for "PEACE SAKE."
James, ME, Daughter, Son, Grandparents: Laughing so hard!
Me: You are a clever one, my son.
(this was after the two of them bickered a little at the table)
Me: Stop arguing.
Daughter: I am not arguing.
Me: I have had enough for "Pete's Sake."
Son: No mommy, it is for "PEACE SAKE."
James, ME, Daughter, Son, Grandparents: Laughing so hard!
Me: You are a clever one, my son.
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