Things I Thought I Would Never Say #4
The girls were fighting. And when there are a 4, 8, and 10 year old in the house that can get rather intense.
Cadi and I were watching the race on television.
Suddenly here comes Sarah, the 4 year old, down the hallway crying.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.
"Abby hit me," she answered.
"Where did she hit you" I asked.
"She hit me right here," she responded gesturing at her collarbone.
"Where?" I asked.
She lifted her shirt and pointed at her nipple and said, "Right here."
I pulled her shirt back down and said..., wait for it..., it was a doozy..., "I'm sorry she hit you on your nippy."
And I sat there with a befuddled look on my face as Cadi started laughing.
Cadi is probably still laughing.
So this one's for Cadi. Love you, darling.
puff
Cadi and I were watching the race on television.
Suddenly here comes Sarah, the 4 year old, down the hallway crying.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.
"Abby hit me," she answered.
"Where did she hit you" I asked.
"She hit me right here," she responded gesturing at her collarbone.
"Where?" I asked.
She lifted her shirt and pointed at her nipple and said, "Right here."
I pulled her shirt back down and said..., wait for it..., it was a doozy..., "I'm sorry she hit you on your nippy."
And I sat there with a befuddled look on my face as Cadi started laughing.
Cadi is probably still laughing.
So this one's for Cadi. Love you, darling.
puff
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