Last night (early this morning), Emma woke me up to tell me that her stomach hurt and that she needed medicine and apple juice wouldn't hurt either. As I trudged down the stairs, she patiently waited for me. As I sat with her and gave her the medicine, I asked her if she felt if there were butterflies in her tummy. She gave me this horrified look and said, "I didn't chew any butterflies!"
As I tried to tell her it was a figure of speech, I hear her say, "Jeez, Mommy, did you grow up in a barn?"
July 08, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment