Oh, I've heard it all. Some funny, some sad, some pointless and others just confusing ("You never know how important nose hair is until it falls out." Hmmm...thanks? But my little Z has topped them all...
Z: I forgot my folder.
Me: Lets run back to your classroom and get it then. (We hadn't left the school yet.)
Z takes off running, I follow at a steady walk. By the time I arrive he has the door propped open and is waiting, with one hand on his hip, leaning on the door with a saucy little tilt to his head. As soon as I am close enough he says, quite sarcastically...
"I guess moms with cancer aren't good runners, either!"
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3 comments:
He's very literal that one... ;-D
well, at least you've got an excuse.
:)
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