Friday, April 18, 2008

Suitable for breakfast-lunch-and-dinner table conversation

7 p.m.

rocking the suburbs

Ittybit: Mommy says I have to marry Jacob. I can't marry Elias.

Mommy: *blinking*

Daddy: What?

Ittybit: She told me I had to marry Jacob.

Mommy: What are you talking about? We don't have arranged marriages in this house.

Ittybit: I know. I know. And we're not cat people either.

7 a.m.


Ittybit: Could you please make me the flower pancakes MOTHER? You are the best at making them. ... but you need to grease the pan. ... And they really need to be apart more. ... And THAT, looks more like a mistake than a petal. I think you ruined it. It's a good thing you can try again. Grease the pan, ok?


Marfa said...

Looks scrumptious! Who's in charge here?!!

Redneck Mommy said...

You can make me flower pancakes anytime. Whether they look like a mistake or a petal, I don't care.

They've got to beat the burnt ones I'm famous for making.

kimmyk said...

oh dear.
she's getting quite vocal in her "old" age now isn't she? lol.

i certainly hoped you greased the pan for craps sake. LOL!!!

She's gettin' big.

mamatulip said...


I love her.

kittenpie said...

Is that payback? Or is she about 4, maybe 5?