On Friday, Nov came home with a LARGE brown streak down her shirt. (see pic below) Here's the conversation we had.....
Me: "Nov, what did you get on your shirt?"
Nov: (very nonchalantly): "Pudding. But I'm using my imagination to think that it's mud."
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This morning she was relating a story to me about seeing a ladybug or something (I was busy making lunch). She said something about making pizza at Adventure Time.
Me: "Oh, you made pizza? That's cool."
Nov: "Yeah, garden pizza."
Me: "Garden pizza, woah." (knowing that she doesn't like veggies on her pizza)
Nov: (again with the nonchalance) "Yeah, it had 2 black olives and a pepper on it. I picked 'em off."
She is too damn funny!
(I'll have to post the pic in a few minutes. USB port is being taken up by husband-o's IPOD. And the screen says "do not disconnect". Don't wanna be in trouble. :)
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My personal favorite nov-ism is that "To achieve Gloria, you can't let your egg fall out from between your legs."
Sarah and I say this to each other about twice a day.
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