Beanie comes up to me sipping on a juice box. She was drinking very intently, really sucking it down when she paused and sort of gasped, “Das so cold.”
I had to pull her onto my lap but she chose that moment to try to start drinking again so the straw sort of poked her in the eye. “Ho ho ho you litto man!” She chuckled. “I call it da litto man.”
She continued a rather sweet little conversation with the drink box or the straw. I wasn’t able to ascertain who she was addressing.
If you poked me in the eye I would probably call you something other than “little man” and I certainly wouldn’t be laughing. I think she has a good personality.
lol – da litto man poked her in the eye, huh? That’s hilarious.
Aren’t you supposed to be sanding or priming or laundering or something?
i love it.
keep ’em coming mama. that’s some funny shtuff.
Scott,
It is 4:45 a.m. and I just realized I have a one-armed woman coming to my house planning to paint the chairs I haven’t sanded! Uh-oh!
Jaymarie,
My whole blog could be recording the strange and silly things Beanie says. Oh wait – it pretty much is. So glad you are back.