What babe?
The babe with the power.
What power?
The power of voodoo.
Who do?
You do.
Remind me of the babe.
This is how it is supposed to be unless of course you are my son. Then you would substitute voodoo for boodoo. Then after about 5 times going round and round. Ms. G says a matter-of-factly, "We need to stop. We just keep saying it."
All this is going on at breakfast this morning. As Sean and I are trying so hard not to laugh at them. But as we got up to clear the dishes, Ms. G ask Sean to tell the story about the "little voodoo guy". She meant the "little Buddha guy".
We lost it then. The kids must think we are crazy. We seem to e always snickering at them. We can not help it, they are too cute!
I just had to share. We are heading out early this morning. Mr. A has testing for his orange belt at Taekwondo. After taking a week to sew on his patches and punching about 15 holes in my figures. I don't have a sewing machine so I did it by hand. He better pass. If he does, he will get his fighting gear. This will include a cup. I will then have to post the conversation I have with him about a sports cup. It will surly be funny.
~nif
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