Zanzi: There's an outlet in the kitchen?!?! Oh that's hilarious!
Mama: What do you want for Christmas?
Zanzi: A guitar.
Mama: Oh that's right, you've been asking for one for a while, haven't you? And what do you want for your birthday?
Zanzi: But we're not talking about that, we're talking about Christmas, 'member?
Zanzi: I was pretending I was the house and everything in it. Like boxes and shelwekhthlsk.
Mama: What did you say?
Zanzi: (over enunciates) Life insurance.
Mama laughs.
Zanzi: (really upset) That's not funny.
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4 comments:
I am glad you are done with the move, I just wish I was In Tigard to hand out with you. Cheers!
So fun to read this...
I love all of these little things your girls say. They are too cute.
A guitar. . . Thats my kind of girl! She'll have to come over and see my blue one sometime. I'm glad your transition went smoothly. See you soon!
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