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March 31, 2004
True Story
One day when WildChild was at my parents', he insisted that Ginnky (my mom) sit down & play with his Play-Doh with him. She told him ok, but that she couldn't play very long because she needed to wash dishes.
Without missing a beat, WildChild turned to my dad and said "Poppy! Go wash dishes!"
And of course you know what my dad did.
The dishes of course.
Posted by Rita at March 31, 2004 06:10 PM
Comments
Little terror!
Can we make him king?
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Posted by: David Strain at March 31, 2004 06:23 PM
Make him? I think he already is, self-anointed.
You can't spoil 'em too much you know.
Posted by: Rita at March 31, 2004 08:53 PM
He reminds me so much of my two....
Posted by: Da Goddess at March 31, 2004 10:11 PM
:O
Posted by: shelley at April 1, 2004 08:16 AM
I expected a long narrative about sitting in the waiting room while surgeons tried to remove Grampa's foot from the boy's ass.
Posted by: Steve H. at April 1, 2004 10:18 AM