(This is an actual conversation between myself and my five-year-old god daughter.)
Madgette: Hey! Our exchange student is going to be in here in a few weeks.
Momma Pug: Really? Tell me about her.
Madgette: She's from South Korea and she's beautiful and has a sister and she loves animals. She really loves cats.
MP: I bet she does love cats… Does she also happen to love to cook?
Madgette: I don't know. I'll ask.
Madge: (Bursting in quickly.) Stop! Right! There!
Madgette: (Oblivious and somewhat hurt, she turns to her mother.) What? She DOES love cats! She can't wait to see ours. She said so. She said she loves them.
MP: Yeah she LOVES them… to death.
Madge: (Turns to me, again.) STOP.
Madgette: But, Mama, she does LOVE them.
MP: Yeah! She probably thinks they are delicious.
Madge: (Momentarily ignoring me, she turns to Madgette. Her voice softens and brightens.) Oh, yes, she sure does LOVE them! (Then to me through gritted teeth.) STOP. IT. YOU. ARE.
WORSE. THAN. A. CHILD.
(Thirty second pause. I am trying. But, I. CAN'T. HELP. IT.)
MP: I wonder what type cat she prefers?
Madgette: She said she likes all cats.
MP: I wonder if its anything like chicken…
Madge: ENOUGH.
4 comments:
Somehow the elbow to the ribs you received was left out of this tale... and how you were completely unable to stop, even though you were in physical pain!
been that way since she was a baby.no way she could baby sit for me.
big daddy
wonder what cats taste like really.
probably had some and didnt know it. think she got that from her mom.
Harvey J. Pickle would be proud.
aaahhhh...
I love the new changes!
Post a Comment