Sarah and I are in the front seat of the car, on our way to the farmer's market.
From the backseat we hear the distinct sounds of miniature giggles.
MIKE: "That's not how you play. You have to find things inside the car."
NEVE: "I spy something yellow, blue, and green."
MIKE AND FIONA, in unison: "No! Only one color!"
MIKE: "Like this, Neve, 'I spy something red'."
FIONA: "The light!"
MIKE: "Right! Your turn, Fiona."
FIONA: "I spy someone handsome, with brown eyes, brown hair, and a white shirt", and a smile spreads from ear to ear.
Mike's head falls into his hands.
8 comments:
Look, the girl's got good taste. He's the most handsome kid I've ever seen -- or at least tied with his brother. Geez, you and Sarah are both going to have VERY FULL HANDS in ten or so years.
Oh, Dera. You are in for such trials and tribulations when that feisty diva hits 13. I'm praying for you in advance. ;) She's gonna be somethin' else!
P.S. Love the new blog layout.
erin, i know. i love that it's him and not some other 5 year old hoodlum.
but i just told terry the story, and he gave me the most awful blank stare, followed up with, "that's not funny."
there are some other not-for-blog stories i wish i could tell you both that involved mr. mike and ms. fiona.
feisty is a great word for her, madeline.
I didn't see the head in the hands, but I could have sworn I heard Mike say, "yes... and..."
She's smooth.
I like that in a gal.
I want to hear the not-for-blog stories.
(You know I'm thinking, right??)
don't tempt me to tell such heinous crimes on a public blog. that's for the private blog.
(i'm thinking too you know.)
Hahahaha it took me so long to get that much spunk... in fact I don't think I have it yet. I'll keep working on it and compare with Fiona in another couple of years. ;P
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