So we are in the car on the way home from tennis lessons this morning, and as is all to common for my personal liking these days, the children are refusing to accept an answer we have given them to some question.
In exasperation I ask why they continue ask, when an answer has been provided.
#2's response: We can't understand what you say because you don't speak kid.
Anybody else see scary things in our future?
1 comment:
I like it!
I don't speak kid, either. Mostly I speak Momese. Sometimes MAD Momese.
Ehn. It's a living.
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