Overheard around 11 pm....

My little red head comes downstairs while I'm watching who gets kicked off the dance show (Kherrington people, are you CRAZY!!! And GEV?!) and says with a scowl, "Why aren't you coming up to check on me?!"

Me -- "Your dad just checked on you, I was coming up as soon as the show was over." She likes frequent checking.

So then my husband, stoic, stalwart guy that he is grabs her to himself and starts talking a mile a minute, "Oh my little red head! I am so sorry no one checked on you. Your are my little red headed angel! I am so glad that I have my little red head!" This always drives her banana sandwich. She can't stand it. She says, "Daaaaaad! Stop talking repetatively...."

Dad, -- "How about if I rhyme? Would that be fine? I'll only talk to you in verse. It couldn't get much worse. I love to make you laugh..."

Pause... pause... pause...

Me, "Really? You can't rhyme laugh?!"

Him, "I seem to have rhymed myself into a corner."

Red Head "You can't get much warmer!"

Which makes no sense at all and only sort of rhymes but she completely cracked herself up with that one....

And now I need to go check on her... again...

2 comments:

Cheri said...

I love hearing about these moments.

July 18, 2008 at 9:06 AM
Kathleen said...

hysterical!

July 22, 2008 at 10:52 PM

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