That I even spoke more than one language was a recent revelation.
Several days ago, we were attempting to
The shoes belonging to one of the girls could not be found and I was just sure that they had to have been relocated to the upstairs.
Unfortunately, for Timothy, he was standing nearby so I
I told him to look for a pair of Old Navy pink thong-style flip flops with a cork wedge heel.
How hard could that be, seriously?
He came back with a pair of yellow sandals that had a flat heel.
Sigh...
I sent him back upstairs after repeating the description of the shoes.
Several minutes later he returned...with the correct pair of shoes.
This is what he had to say...
Timothy: "Why didn't you tell me that they were high heels?"
Me: "I said that they had a cork wedge heel."
Timothy: "I don't speak that language, Mom."
Me: **confused** "What language is that?"
Timothy: "Shoe. I don't speak shoe."
That is when I had an epiphany.
I speak shoe.
Wonder if I can list that on my resume?
Just curious...
3 comments:
That's classic!! LOL
Gotta love it... hey if the kids can speak "Star Wars"... you can speak "Shoe".
well tell your sweet little boy that i don't really speak shoe either.
i hope we can still be friends after a comment like that.
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