Back Seat Girl holds up a piece of broccoli:
BSG: "Look, Barack Obama!" (you know, because Barack and broccoli kind of sound the same)
We all laugh (except for Back Seat Boy, who we have decided doesn't really know what is going on about 75% of the time).
Me: "[BSG], maybe you could be a satirest when you grow up."
BSG: (in a bored, 'I've already told you this a million times' tone) "No, I'm going to be a movie
maker when I grow up."
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