Dinner at our house last night:
Mercie is bumping her sippy cup against Eric's sippy cup in a way that can only be described as "flirtatious."
In a high, falsetto voice she said, "Hi, my name is Princess Serafina. What's yours?"
Eric looked at her like she just lost her marbles. "Nothing," is his well-thought out response.
Mercie persists. "What is your name, prince?"
"Nothing," Eric growled.
Mercie tried one more time. "I said, my name is Princess Serafina. What is your name?"
"Sippy cup," says a resigned Eric.
"Oh no," says Mercie, in this same falsetto voice. "Your name is Prince James Eric Potato Head Sippy Cup."
This speaks volumes about gender relationships through the years. Poor Eric.
1 comment:
That's so funny! Girls. It was nice seeing you this afternoon. I made it home before the sun set and before my Kia turned into a pumpkin. I hate having to drive only in the daylight hours. Some brain doctors...Utah driving laws, baahhhh!
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