Saturday in the car on the way to drop Marley at her dad's house:
Marley: Hey mom, what do you think the toothfairy will leave me this weekend? You know since I lost a molar?
Me: A ham sandwich.
Mar: What? I don't want a ham sandwich.
Jason: Well I'm sure she could give you a peanut butter and jelly instead.
Me: Of course she can, she's the toothfairy. That shouldn't be a problem.
Mar: But I don't want a sandwich.
Me: Sure you do, molars are the sandwich tooth. That's what you get.
Mar: Arrrgh, she's not going to give me a ham sandwich.
Sunday, Mar comes home from her dad's house and anxiously pounds down the hall to find what the toothfair left. I hear tissue paper tearing and then frantic giggles.
She comes running out to the living room, giggling like a goof the whole way:
Mar: I can't wait to tell this.
I know. I really shouldn't be allowed to be a parent.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Ham Sandwich
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5 comments:
You ARE going to hell. LOL! Hope the game was fun.
actually? I think that's pretty awesome.
OH MY GOD! You are my hero!
lol..that is awesome!!!
That is HILarious. I think the laughing signals that she's not permanently damaged.
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