This morning's conversation with my daughter:
LANA: Mom! Help my b*tches please!
ME: WHAT?
LANA: See? My b*tches fall down.
(I pause, look at her and help her pull her too-big pants back up.)
ME: No Lana sweetie, say britches. Brrrrrr-itches.
LANA: Brrrrrr-itches.
ME: Good Job.
LANA: Thanks helpin' my b*tches Mommy!
(Sigh, maybe we should just call them pants from now on.)
(Or maybe she knows EXACTLY what she means and dang it, pants that fall down all the time really are b*tches!)
Hi! We're the Lenssen Family. Dan, Shelle, Lana, and Nora. Welcome to our little corner of the world. Thanks for stopping by. Feel free to sit a while, read a story or two and check out some pictures. Comments are always welcome, or you can send me an email at shelle.lenssen@live.com.
1 comment:
It's Ok =)
My mom says I couldn't say "fork and spoon" when I was Lana's age. It always came out as "f***in spoon =)
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