The PT (age 4) was in one of her whiney moods last night:
The PT: Abaaaaaa....I need a snack.
Abba: Ok, let's go in the kitchen.
The PT: Abaaaaa....what am I?
Abba: Uh...what do you mean?
The PT: What am I?
Abba: ...a little girl.
The PT: Nooooo....what AM I??
Abba: A kid.
The PT: NOOOO...What AM I???
Abba: A little bird?
The PT: NOOOO!!!
Abba: An elephant?
The PT: WHAATT AMM III???
Abba: A monster?
Abba: A nudnick??
Abba: A pest??
Abba: A dog???
Abba: A human???
Abba: A maniac???
The PT: NOOOOO!!!!! WHAT AM IIIIIIIIIiiiiIIIII??????
Abba: ....
Abba: I don't know what you want me to say.
The PT: Ugh....
The PT: Am I milchig or fleishig????
Abba: ....
Abba: I'm going to eat you now. I'll let you know.
The PT: (maniacal laughter)
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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6 comments:
Well wasn't that obvious to you?
too funny:)
I don't even keep kosher and I laughed heartily at that one.
Yay for PTs.
Then they look at you like, duh, don't you know anything?
Oh my heavens, that was a good one. No wonder The PT laughed so hard. Likewise, I'm sure. :)
Ayelet: That was the "ugh" with the rolled eyes.
what time of nite was that? very very cute, k'nein a hora.
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