Spill?
I don't think I could have made this up. It happened this morning:
Over the paper, Holly looked at me and then stood up in her chair. She leaned over and examined the half gallon of Orange Juice that was sitting on the table. She said quietly to herself that is was closed, and then looked over at me again.
"Can you spill this?"
"No, Holly, spills make a big mess. We don't want to make messes."
"Can you spill this?"
"No, Holly."
"Can you spill into my cup, please? And then I will spill it into my stomach."
"Ahhhhhhhh, of course, honey. Thank you for saying please."
Over the paper, Holly looked at me and then stood up in her chair. She leaned over and examined the half gallon of Orange Juice that was sitting on the table. She said quietly to herself that is was closed, and then looked over at me again.
"Can you spill this?"
"No, Holly, spills make a big mess. We don't want to make messes."
"Can you spill this?"
"No, Holly."
"Can you spill into my cup, please? And then I will spill it into my stomach."
"Ahhhhhhhh, of course, honey. Thank you for saying please."
posted by Tim @ 9:04 AM
1 Comments:
At 4:08 PM ,
Kyle Wash said...
hehe thats cute.
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