Anatomy

January 27, 2006 at 10:12 am

A conversation this morning….

Tara: “Dad, my ankle hurts.”

(no immediate reply)

Tara: “Dad, my ankle hurts!”

Me: “Tara, do you even know where your ankle is?”

Tara: “Where?”

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Things Not to Say at Dinner

January 24, 2006 at 11:44 pm

The family ate at Outback Steakhouse tonight. Being midweek, it was relatively quiet — a far cry from going on weekends when you have to wait 45 minutes for a table.

Anyway, as we’re waiting for dinner to arrive, T blurts out (loud enough for nearby diners to hear):

“My butt feels like it’s about to go poop!”

Ha!

(We’ll be working with her on a new phrase: “I need to use the bathroom.”)

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