Katie was walking up and down Daddy's back today in stockinged feet - per Daddy's request.
As she traveled up and down his spine, she recounted this tragic tale... to herself.
(In a high pitched whimsical tone...)
"Oh, please come to my home."
(Alternately, in a deep somber tone...etc)
"No I don't like your home."
"Oh, but I love you!!"
"Well, I do not love you."
"Ohhh. I'm so sad."
Finally I stopped her and asked who was she talking about. She looked down at her feet and said, "Oh, mom this one is the nice one, but that one is too mean."
1 comment:
laughed out loud. as usual when katie's telling a story.
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