Owen (after spilling a trickle of milk on himself):
AAA#^$&%*@&#^$#&*#@*$&#&#$*@(@$#&%#$*#$#$($*@#@()#Q)$!!!!!!!
Me: Owen, stop screaming and use your words.
Owen: Iiiiii Goooottttttt Weeeeettttttttt. Sniffle sniffle.
Todd: Owen it's okay. So you got a little bit wet. Are you melting?
Owen: Nnnnnooooooooo.
Emma Grace: Yeah, at least you didn't get stabbed with a sword!
(Because apparently we normally get stabbed with swords at the dinner table?)
Great analogy, Emma Grace.
Way to make him look at the bright side.
Hi-larious. Such a graffic image from a sweet little thang.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness all swords are out of the dining area/experience! I'll take note to move ours out of the dining room also when you visit! Whew!
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