Jr.: Oh no! A zombie! Don't eat my brains! But you can eat my sister's brains.
And apparently zombies talk with a robot voice?
Homemade loaf of bread on the table. Jeremy was returning the new electric knife to the store (for the second time- and choosing a different brand this time) because it didn't work... again. Jr. knew where Daddy had gone and what he was doing.
Jr.: Mom, may I have a piece of bread?
Jr.: Maybe you should cut it with a real knife.
Mommy: An electric knife is a real knife. It just cuts faster and easier than the others.
Nichole: Yeah, because if you cut with a paper knife it wouldn't work.
Jr.: It would work with a sharp knife.
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