Sunday, February 22, 2009
But it is . . . but it isn't
This morning at 7:51 Eva came storming into my bedroom shouting "This is your last warning Mister!" Having no clue what infraction I committed, I quietly asked, "It is?" She then replied, "But it isn't" and gave me a sweet little kiss. After the kiss, she yelled "but it is!" and then ran back out of the room.
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6 comments:
Wow. I hope you don't get in more trouble.
Hilarious!
Hehehe!
Halarious! Especially after having just seen her in action when I was at your house Saturday. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for putting this up. Mom and I had a good laugh about it.
This is quickly becoming our favorite story. Rob and I quote it all the time now.
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