The other day I gave Drew some milk in a cup that could spill, so I told him he had to drink it on the tile floor in the kitchen and couldn't take it out in the living room on the carpet. I asked if he understood me and he nodded yes. Thinking he was just nodding to appease me, I said, "Do you know what tile means?" He nodded again. I said, "Ok, show me the tile."
He immediately walked over to the oven and grabbed the dish TOWEL.
Yup, I'm a redneck. Poor kid.
2 comments:
Ha ha! I don't think that you sound like a redneck at all, so what does that say about me??? We just speak Southern. ;-)
Love you, Thia!
ha ha ha ha
Yep, your my daughter!!!!
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