dad: What's that on your shirt?
Evva: Chocolate
dad: Are you sure? It looks like poop.
Evva: Noooo. It's chocolate from my ice cream.
dad: Really? Why don't you taste it.
Evva: (she tastes it)
dad: What does it taste like? Does it taste like poop?
Evva: No it tastes like nothing . . . it tastes like shirt.
Evva: Chocolate
dad: Are you sure? It looks like poop.
Evva: Noooo. It's chocolate from my ice cream.
dad: Really? Why don't you taste it.
Evva: (she tastes it)
dad: What does it taste like? Does it taste like poop?
Evva: No it tastes like nothing . . . it tastes like shirt.
5 comments:
He cracks me up, convincing her to see if it tastes like poop.
We have conversations like that at our house too!
every time i see this post i misread it and think - i'm glad there's an "r" in there.
Yes, Phil noted the playfulness on words.
glad i wasn't the only one. :)
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