Sam (whining off stage)
Me (quietly, because I'm nursing the baby): Sam, what's wrong?
Sam (enters room): I have gum in my hair, it's going to hurt.
Me: How did you get gum in your hair?
Sam: Charlie threw it at me.
Me: Go get Charlie.
Sam (quickly): Actually he didn't. I had it in my hand and went like this. (Sam takes his hand from his mouth and swoops it over his head).
Me (trying to suppress a laugh): Okay. Grandma will be here in a few minutes. Just wait, and she will help you get it out.
Sam leaves the room.
A few minutes later he comes back in with a little smile on his face.
Sam: Guess what's different about me.
1 comment:
i hate to say it, but it reminds me a lot of the time you tried to cut your own hair, failed, and then told the stylist that you let your kids cut your hair : ) it has a similar chunk missing in the back.
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