Saturday, April 19, 2008

Quick Break

We'll return to the San Diego story shortly, but today, we were out for lunch and Millie turned to me and whispered, "Daddy, I have poop in my pants." Jackie quickly took her into the restroom. They both returned minutes later and I asked Jackie if it was bad. Jackie looked at me and held out a piece of chalk to me. As I looked at it quizzically, Millie yelled loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear, "Daddy, I had chalk up my bum." I think Ikea has their next spokesperson for their chalk and easel.

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