Friday, February 16, 2007

First conversation I had this morning...

Scene: Me, getting dressed for the day. Finny, standing beside me.

F: Mumma lots of moles on back (tone of disgust). Yucky.

M: Ummm. That's true (slightly saddened expression on face)

F: Sorry Mumma. Sorry for saying yucky...

M: That's ok Finny (which it is, but barely). You can tell mummy if you think something is yucky. You think they are yucky?

F: (long hesitation...note of desperate confession with accompanying sad nod) Kinda Mumma. Kinda nice. Kinda yucky. Sorry.

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