Eva, sitting on Doug’s shoulders and looking up at the sky: “Daddy, look! An airplane!”
Doug: “Wow, look at that! I wonder who’s in that airplane?”
Eva: “Maybe it’s Van Halen!”
Nah. She’s not too much under her father’s influence.
Eva, sitting on Doug’s shoulders and looking up at the sky: “Daddy, look! An airplane!”
Doug: “Wow, look at that! I wonder who’s in that airplane?”
Eva: “Maybe it’s Van Halen!”
Nah. She’s not too much under her father’s influence.
Me, after catching up to Tyler, who ran all the way from his Kindergarten Enrichment class to our car: “Look at you, running like the wind with that backpack bounding behind you!”
Tyler: “It wasn’t bounding. It was jumping.”
Me: “Yes, but ‘bounding’ is another word for ‘jumping.’”
Tyler: “Oh. Well, I don’t speak Spanish.”
Me: “I love you.”
Eva: “Well, I love you a million!”
Me: “Well, I love you a billion!”
Eva: “Well I love you a bazillion!”
Me: “Well I love you a million billion trillion quadrillion quintillion sextillion septillion octillion nonillion decillion!”
Eva (after a thoughtful pause): “Well…I love you a chameleon!”