Yesterday I had the kids at the grocery store with me. As I was being rung up Hewitt kept standing on the seat of the cart. After several attempts to keep his bottom on the seat I finally let him down while observing, "You're gonna die."
Almost immediately Jack piped up, "Do we get a new baby if Hewitt dies?"
Either the cashier was a pig or the snort I heard was contained laughter.
Friday, May 06, 2011
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