Talking to my kiddos when they have their mouths plugged just seems mean. But I have fun with it. Here's a talk with Bubba Boy about bottles.
Mom: Here you go, Bubby. A nice bottle of juice.
Bubba: Boobs.
Mom: Come on now. This is apple juice. You need some so you're not all backed up.
Bubba: Seriously, Mom?
Mom: Down the hatch! Here we go!
Bubba: Mmm. Oh. Yeah. This is good.
Mom: That's a good boy. Drink it all down.
Bubba: Are you trying to get me drunk?
Mom: Look at you go. When you're done with the juice, I'll get you a bottle of milk if you're still thirsty.
Bubba: Milk?
Mom: You have to finish the juice first. Drink it aaaallllll down.
Bubba: Ok. Slurp. All gone.
Mom: Good for you! Here's a bottle of milk, like I promised.
Bubba: What do I get when this is gone? Ma? Ma?
[end scene]
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