Thursday, October 13, 2011

I'll have Missing Consonants for $400 Please, Alex.

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!)

2 comments:

Brittany said...

Love it!

Watkins Family said...

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 =)