Just Don't Call Me Late for Dinner!
Tonight, my brother (jokingly) said, "Where are you, ya jerk?" when he was looking for me amid a tickle fight. Mom said, "Don't call her a jerk!" He revised his query, "Where are you, ya moron?" Mom told him, "Don't call her a jerk, don't call her a moron, don't call her an idiot, don't call her...(interject me tickling her feet, then the response:) Katie!" I said, "Don't call her Katie?" And she just sighed.
posted by Kate Alesso @ 7:59 PM
3 Comments:
At 5/26/2006 11:33 AM,
Tony Kevin said…
Hey how you doing, Late for dinner? Ha! :)
At 6/02/2006 3:17 PM,
The Resident Writer said…
Ya gotta love those search and rescue goats. Do they perpetually sing like the goat in Hoodwinked? I must admit, that singing goat had me crying. I wasn't prepared for it at all!
At 6/27/2006 5:14 AM,
NeverAlone said…
I didn't teach them any of those names...except the "Katie" one...honest!
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