I happened upon Frankie in the refrigerator, finger-deep in a pan of jello. Jello was on the floor below the refrigerator.
Me: "Clean up the jello you dropped, please."
F: Pause... "You didn't scream?"
Me: "Um, no, I didn't scream."
F: "Wow, you're being nice."
Hmm. Maybe I need to take more naps...
5 comments:
This is hilarious. I love it. I also adore the new pic at the top of the blog!
What's funny about this is that you never scream. I'm always shocked at how cool, calm, and collected you are with your kids. She must be getting you confused with her Aunt Natalie :)
Unfortunately I have my moments of ire, and Frankie has a frightening-ly steel-trap memory. I'm glad you haven't caught me at my worst, Nat :)
I think you should have screamed.
I count on screaming making one the alpha dog (will let you know next week).
This is one of my all time Frankie posts. Perhaps she thought you should scream because she imagined the jello was eating her?
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