Out of the Mouth of an Eight Year Old
Me (after a knock down, drag out fight with hubby): “Emily, who do you want to live with after I kick Daddy out the door?”
Emily: “Depends,”
Emily: “Who makes the most money.”
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Emily: “Mom!”
Me: “What?!”
Emily: “Who ate the last two cookies?”
Me: “Well, I might have…”
Emily: “Mom, you are such a pig!”
Me: “Ouch.”
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Emily: “Mom, are you really going out with your friends tonight?”
Me: “Yes. Moms need time off once in awhile, don’t they?”
Emily: “No, they don’t.”
Me: “Yes, we do. We also dance to teenie bobber music too. Want me to show you?”
Emily: “NO! Just go…”
