2010
11
The 3 kids and I were eating breakfast this morning at the kitchen table. Karys sat next to me and during a lull in the conversation she passed gas.
I knew it was her.
She knew I knew it was her.
So I made a big deal of it.
“K-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-r-ys…”
Now of course we’ve taught our children well. They have to be reminded quite frequently but they’re supposed to say “excuse me” when they poot or burp.
“K-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-r-ys… what do you say?”
“Not me!”, she exclaimed with a grin.
Doug,
You wouldn’t do what my dad use to do to “his little girl” - would you? Shame on dads who blame their innocent little girls for what they have done. LOL!!!
I so enjoy reading your blog.
Michelle, Doug used to try to blame the cat(s). They could not defend themselves! He tries to blame it on the kids sometimes but it never works because they can talk back.
Pooh (no pun intended), you stole my thunder! I was going to recommend he blame the cats! Of course you can just play the innocent and look the other way like you didn’t notice anything!
