Mom?
Yes, Babydoll? Deep into sewing, realistically she’s got 10% of my attention.
Mom?
What is it?
I’m hungry!
Honey, when are you not hungry? Please! I’m trying to sew.
Mom? I’m serious, really, I’m hungry.
Well, what do you want?
Can I have some of the seaweed?
Uh? Okay, seaweed? She’s only messing. Back to sewing.
Mommy! Standing firm.
Please, Babydoll! Sitting still.
But I’m hungry. Why can’t I have some of the seaweed?
Babydoll, I have no idea what you want. Seaweed? Please. I can’t find wasabe paste, let alone seaweed, in Ireland!
You know, Daddy’s seaweed?
What seaweed? Now attention has arisen to 50%.
Daddy’s seaweed! Opportunity to pass arises.
Ok, Babydoll, then go ask your Daddy.
Mom? She’s back.
I can’t find Daddy. Can I please have some of his seaweed?
Babydoll, I don’t know what your talking about?
Well, can I go get the seaweed and show it to you?
Yes. Please do that. At full attention now.
Babydoll returns. With a kiwi.
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2 comments:
LOL...how adorable. That's just the sort of conversation that would take place in my house! :o)
That's too cute.... I am coming up for air - no guests for two nights. I am cutting up fabric for quilt right now!!!!
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