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Two Old Ladies

 

Grandma overheard the following conversation between the girls this weekend while they were busy playing at her house:

Lizzy to Samantha: Did Grandma get her hair cut?

Samantha: I dunno.

Lizzy: Mommy cut her hair, too. I don't know why!

Samantha: Grandma isn't wearing her fake hair, but she's wearing her fake teeth.

Lizzy: I'm glad of that!

Samantha: I just pooped.

Mom said she could imagine the girls having nearly the same conversation in an Old Folk's Home someday -- two old ladies gossiping about their neighbor down the hall.

 

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Blue Mama said…
That is hilarious! I love overhearing conversations between kids.

My boys aren't as verbal as that but they still have funny conversations...

'No! Me blue man.'

'No LeeLee! ME blue man.'

'Yellow choo choo?'

'YEAH! Me yellow choo choo'

'Ok, me blue man'

Glad THAT'S settled!
May 20, 2008 at 1:29 PM
Dawn said…
Haha! Love it. Completely.
May 21, 2008 at 10:46 AM
Dawn said…
And I'm still waiting on more stories (& pics!) from Hawaii...
May 21, 2008 at 10:49 AM
Michele said…
I've been away for a bit and it seems I've missed some interesting conversations. Glad to be back.
May 27, 2008 at 10:58 AM
Keturah said…
This post warranted a comment from me...though I have no idea what to say.

Nothing like a good non sequiter comment to make me laugh harder than I've laughed in quite some time.
June 3, 2008 at 7:51 PM
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