I’m a Whaaaaat?!?!

While driving out of the Target parking lot today, deep in discussion about what snack/treat Riley would get before we got into carline to reward her for not having a single potty accident all day, I hear this:

“Mama, you are a being a dick…



All busted up in long pauses just as I typed it above.

Say WHAAAAAAT?!???!?!?!?!?!?

She repeats it. This time a little faster.

“You are being A-DIC-A-LUS!”

Ridiculous. I was being ridiculous.


Mild coronary averted.

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