Gert: And I want the baby that cries. Real tears! That's what I want for my birthday.
Me: Good choices sweetie.
Gert: What do you want Daddy?
Me: It's your birthday coming up, not mine. But I want a new bike.
Gert: Did you ask Mommy? Maybe she will get you a new bike.
Me: No, Mommy said I haven't been a good boy this year, so she won't get me one.
Gert: Aaaaah. It's probably because of that potty mouth you keep using.
Me: Fuckin' A, Bubba.
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ReplyDeletehahahaha! FABULOUS. Can I borrow your daughters for a day? I could use the laughs. :)
ReplyDeleteI thought I was the only one that said Fuckin A Bubba to my kids. hhmmmm
ReplyDeleteSomeone has to teach them how to use the words properly . . .
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