The Hubster and I were working downstairs a few weekends ago. Our hands were full, and we needed Hopper's help. We just needed her to grab the tube of wood putty on the table out on the porch. It looked like a tube of toothpaste. . .
Me: Hopper, can you go get the thing on the table on the porch that looks like a tube of toothpaste? We need it for something down here. It looks like a tube of toothpaste.
Hopper: Blood?
Me: No. Not blood. It looks like a tube of toothpaste. It has an orange lid. On the table on the porch. It looks like a tube of toothpaste.
Hopper: Blood?
Me: No. We need the thing that looks like a tube of toothpaste. Has an orange lid.
Hopper: Blood?
Me. No. Not blood.
Hopper: BUGS?
Me: Nope. Not bugs. It still looks like a tube of toothpaste.
Life in the Closet is never dull. Confusing sometimes, but never dull. :)
Sounds like conversations we have with Matty! Isn't it interesting how words can get so mixed up in their minds?!?
ReplyDelete<3 her. My silly widdle sistah.
ReplyDeleteHonestly , that could have been a cionversation with my hubby some days (lol) he sometimes looks at me like I am speaking a whole other language
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