What to Be For Halloween
This morning, I asked Rollie what he was going to be for Halloween.
"Spider Man," he replied.
"Tiller, what are you going to be?" I said.
"Bida Mon." [Spider Man. She mimics everything Rollie does.]
I said, "Well, what am I going to be?"
Rollie didn't even look up, but stated very decisively, "A cow."
Um, thanks.
Labels: Cow, Halloween, Rollie, Spider Man, Tiller
posted by Dogwood Girl @ 11:17 AM
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I'm sure it had more to do with your utters than your size. Wait. What?
I can't tell - was that funny? It was in my head, but there are a lot of voices and I don't always listen to the right one.
In related news my word for verification is "gasfxn". Maybe it's a sign the prices of crude are about to decline...
HA! That will teach you not to refer to yourself as a bovine! You have to brainwash your children in a positive way - Mom is a genius, Mom is a genius, Mom is a genius. : )
If you makes you feel better, Sophie told me I should be a witch....
Maigh, you are right. It is totally my huge udders. Steph, my kids are pretty smart. I don't think they would buy that genius stuff. Dorothy = I hate to say it, but you would make a really good witch. :-)
Anne, It's the nose, isn't it??
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