Ken:(crying)
Mom:Oh no what happened?
Ken:I bonked into the dess-oh(dresser).
Mom: What did you bonk?
Ken: Wite here on my nose.
Mom: Are you ok?
Ken: No
Mom: Do we need to take you to the hospital?
Ken: No, I need a band-aid. I'm beeding.
Mom: You need a band-aid on your nose?
Ken: Yeah. Mommy I need it wite here like dis(points from one cheek to the other across the top of her nose). And I need a Pie-doe-man bandaid.
Supermom saves the day.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Pie-doe-man
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Oh Kenna. She is a doll!
Oh my gosh, that is the best thing I've read/heard in a long time. Please post more conversations with her with her words written so perfectly. When I read pie-doe-man on the title I had no idea what was coming, but in context I got it, of course. (Jed just chipped in that he knew right away what the post was going to be about.) Anyway, that was awesome!
i love cute 3 year olds
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