While riding in th car, she sees a a cow that she called a “horsey.”
“Cow,” I replied.
“Horsey.”
“Cow.”
“Horsey.”
“Cow.”
Doesn't really seem like an argument, does it? But when you consider the following conversation, you may change your mind. One morning, I walked into her bedroom wearing an Eeyore nightshirt. She looked at it and said, “cow.”
“Eeyore,” I replied.
“Cow.”
“Eeyore.”
“Cow.”
“Eeyore.”
“No! Cow!”
I guess I shouldn’t be too worried yet. But I can’t help wondering if one day the argument will sound more like this:
“Hi Mom! My friend just got her driver’s license and her parents said she could drive us to Portland for the day, so I’m going.”
“No, you’re not,” I reply.
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not!”
“YES, I AM!!”

Oh, dear Lord, have mercy!
You mean, Eeyore isn't a cow???? I'm so confused! LOL That was AWESOME!
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