Our Granddaughter, K, was in trouble the other day. She's two-and-a-half, but has mastered the hangdog body language and the soft, sad crying. She's standing there, being pitiful, and our Daughter, M, spoke to her. She paused in her suffering, looked up, and told her mother, "You haved ripped my soul from my nostril, and now I have none!"
Seems her Brother, J, has been telling her about Egyptian mummies, and how they were prepared...his current topic of interest...and this is what K got from it...
*still snickering*
Its good to be the Grandparent.
1 comment:
Oh, How True a Statement Love. *grinning*
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