Thanksgiving morning. I'm lying in bed, and my two elder sons stomple in, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.
Me: It's Thanksgiving Day today! Our relatives our coming. Maybe we should dress up in our nicest fancy clothes. What do you think?
Middle son: Ooh yes. Let's dress up like ballerinas!
Eldest son: And pwincesses!
2 comments:
Priceless!
You really can't make this stuff up.
Cheers--
O'NH
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