(one of many)
Me (nervously): Could you wish my daughter a happy birthday?
The governor (genially): Happy Birthday! How old are you?
E (beaming): Seven.
Me (pushing it): Her daddy's the chef.
The governor (leaning in confidentially): Your daddy sure cooks good.
(And speaking of birthday highlights, M informs me that it is not a Gameboy, it's a Nintendo DS.)
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