(A., reading the 'Trixie' book, by Mo Willems)I walked away from the lunch table today and BR pulled my plate onto the floor. L. started yelling: "You made a mess, BR! Look, you made a big mess!"
Me: "Please stop shouting, L. He doesn't understand you, he's only a baby. He doesn't know a lot of words. Like Trixie, in your book, remember? When she was little she only knew how to say, 'Aggle flaggle klabble', right?"
L.: "Excuse me, BR: you throwed salsa all over the rug. (Pause) Now say 'aggle flaggle klabble'."
Me: "Please stop shouting, L. He doesn't understand you, he's only a baby. He doesn't know a lot of words. Like Trixie, in your book, remember? When she was little she only knew how to say, 'Aggle flaggle klabble', right?"
L.: "Excuse me, BR: you throwed salsa all over the rug. (Pause) Now say 'aggle flaggle klabble'."
1 comment:
LOL! That's awesome.
Park Slope rocks, yo. :)
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