NerkyGrrl

Uh Mom, Dad, the 70s called…

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At dinner:
S: I don’t want my dinner. I think it has high fehrer corn syrup in it.
M: It has what?
S: high frisky corn syrup
M: What?
S: high furry corn syrup?
M: high fructose corn syrup?
S: yeah!
M: Eat your dinner.
S: Aw!

You call this a sammich?

Almost forgot to take a picture today, hm?

Yes. The vittles are okay. But I stand by my assertion that they would be better with whipped cream.

“Dad put Nutella on my waffle, but I wanted to do it! I don’t want that waffle, now. I wanted to put the Nutella on!”

Mornings are hard.

Grr. Sleeping in my own bed is hard enough without people sneaking in and turning on the light to get a last minute picture.

Mom weeded the back yard and then mowed the … dirt.

It… looks good Mom.

First original composition Dad has managed to capture on video. Most days, I’ve been taunting him with new music in the car, where he can’t record me.

Verse 1: You are my Mom. (repeat)
Verse 2: You are my Dad. (repeat)
Verse 3: You are my sweat pea.

Too bright. What are you doing?

S: Mom, was I there when you and Dad were babies?
M: No you weren’t born, yet.
S: Then where was I?
M: You weren’t anywhere. You weren’t born yet. There was no Sarah.
S: No. That’s not right. I had to have been somewhere.