Wednesday, October 15, 2008

We're a Classy Bunch

Picture this...
We have agreed to watch the children of friends from church. These fine folks are standing in our foyer dropping off their babies. We're engaging in a little small talk before they leave. My sweet, delicate daughter walks into the foyer and says "Excuse me, Mama". A feeling of pride washes over me at her use of good manners. What a great dinner guest she will be someday, I think to myself. Who needs etiquette classes? Nick and I must be the smartest parents alive! We should write a book. Then she sticks her hand out to me and says,

"My hand smells like poop."

Well, at least she's cute.

1 comment:

Lori said...

I am so glad I wasn't drinking anything when I read this. It'd flown right out of my nose!