EMMA (while I was wiping jam off of her thumb): Ow. That hurt my fumb.
ME: Your fumb?
EMMA (making an extra effort to articulate): My FLUMB.
Except she said it in a loud and slow way so it sounded like fah-LUM-mah. The way she said it clearly meant, "Dad, you know nothing."
3 comments:
what a cutie. :)
C'mon Dad, EVERYBODY knows what a flumb is.
she is tooo much-what a cutie.
Love and Hugs
Grammy
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