Me: What are you doing? Don’t pick your nose.
Ivy: I pick my nose.
Me: I know. Get your finger out of your nose. (I get out of the car to finish pumping gas. Get back in car to find Ivy in the back seat with her blanket over her head.)
Me: Where’d Ivy go? I can’t find her…
Ivy: I under blanket. I pick my nose.
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rhonda
October 28, 2008 at 3:58 am
that is so funny.
Sara
October 28, 2008 at 5:13 am
Ash had a fit the other day until we found the booger we had buried in her burp rag so she could move it to the other side. I just ask her to “please wait until I am gone.”
shelly
October 28, 2008 at 11:07 am
That’s hysterical!