From the Mouths of Babes

My daughter is doing the guest post for me today, let me know if she does a good job.

Hi my name is Victoria, my mom is taking a little break and asked me to type anything that would not get either of us in trouble, so here goes.

Guess what I call cleavage? (my mom helped me with this word).  Breast crack.  I came up with this name because if the other one is butt crack, then this must be breast crack.  At least they look alike. I hate breast crack and I’m glad my mommy doesn’t show hers.

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I’m learning to knit and this is a recent conversation I had with my mom, she thinks it was funny, so I want to know what you think.

Mom - “Victoria, you could probably sell one of your blankets when you’re done.”

Me - I think that’s a lot of money and can’t believe that anyone would pay me $100.00 for yarn.  I can’t believe what my mom is telling me, so I said, ”No, maybe $20.00.”

Mom - “Are you kidding?  A blanket knitted by an 8 year old is worth $100.00!” 

Me - “Well okay, but I’m selling the messed up ones for $99.00.” 

I never did get what was so funny about what I said.

Quote from mom on this conversation: ”I’m glad to know even when it’s not her best work she doesn’t sell herself short.”

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And this is the last conversation I am able to share without getting in trouble. My mom was teaching me how to remember which side the silverware goes on when setting the  table.  She gave me this long explanation about counting the letters of the word spoon and then she started to sound like the teacher on Charlie Brown, (womp, womp, womp, womp, womp)…I wondered if she could tell that I was not paying too much attention, but I understood, I’m 8, not born yesterday.  (I hope I don’t get in trouble for that remark, she can be tough). When she was done, I said, “So basically, the fork is alone and the spoon and knife go together.” 

She looked at me and laughed.  Grown-ups sure do use a lot of words to say the simplest things, you have to love them!

I had fun doing this guest post today, I feel like Little Billy from The Family Circus comic strip when he fills in for his dad.  This blog thing is much easier to do than when she wakes me up at night to dance for company.