Helen: Mommy, where are we going today?
Me: I don’t know, Helen.
Helen: What’s your favorite color?
Me: Orange.
Helen: NO. NOT. ORANGE. You like GREEN.
Me: OK. I like green, then.
Helen: Where are we going today?
Me: I don’t know, Helen.
Alice: HIIIIIIIIII
Me: Hi, Alice.
Alice: Ball?
Me: Yes, that’s a ball.
Alice: Dog?
Me: Yes, Linus is a dog.
Helen: Where are we going today?
Me: I don’t know, Helen.
Helen: What’s your favorite color?
Me: Green, apparently.
Helen: Green?
Me: Yes. You told me so.
Helen: OK. Can I have toast?
Me: I don’t know, can you?
Helen: Mommy! Give. Me. Toast.
Me: Um, no. Not if you ask me like that.
Helen: Mommy, where are we going today?
Me: I DON’T KNOW. STOP ASKING ME THAT QUESTION.
Helen: Can I have toast?
Me: MAY I have toast.
Helen: May I have toast?
Me: Yes, you may.
Helen: Where are we g– What’s your favorite color?
Me: Red.
Helen: NO! GREEN!
Me: Fine. Green.
Helen: Can we go to the grocery store?
Me: We don’t need to go to the grocery store.
Helen: Where are we going today?
Me: You’re going to go see some gypsies.
Helen: Gypsies?
Me: Yep. If you don’t stop asking me that question.
Helen: What’s your favorite color?
CATEGORIES:
Tags:
7 Responses
So where did you go?
And what IS your favorite color?
And MAY I have some toast???
Well…. *I* did MY part today to entertain Helen.
She did not ask my favorite color.
She did not ask me where we were going.
She did not inquire about toast.
She mostly just giggled…… and waved.
HAHAHAHAHAHA….
Mike and I don’t have conversations. He attacks me, Tigger-style.
Elyse and I went to have our nails done together. (Mine is chipping after scrubbing counters at the shelter this afternoon.) Anyway.. something to look forward to. Having your nails done together, and getting your nails done together. Middle School is really a good thing.
My favorite color is orange.
That reads like my favorite Shel Silverstein poem, “Mewhoo and Exactlywhat.”
I’m a dork.
If I say I know you, will the Gypsies give me a discount?
Anjali
I don’t think I’d mention us, actually. Jerry says that the Gypsies don’t WANT Helen, which is why they’re not returning my phone calls.