Thursday, December 8, 2011


I was putting Nina to bed last night when she complained that her lips were chapped. "Go downstairs and ask Dad for some chapstick. Tell him I sent you."

Her translation: "Dad, I respect you. Can I have some of your chapstick?"

He and I didn't figure this out until we were going to bed and telling our day's funny story wrap-ups. I nearly choked on my toothbrush, I was giggling so hard.

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