The rug really tied the room together.

Boo: I think I’m going to call Papa “Dude.”

Me: I think you’re going to call your Papa “Papa.”

Boo: But he’s a dude!

Me: He’s your grandpa. Call him Papa.

Boo: FINE. Then you can call me “Dude.”

Me: I’ll call you “Dude” when you’re old enough to watch and appreciate The Big Lebowski.

Boo: What?

Me: That rug really tied the room together.

Boo: We don’t have a rug.

Me: Maybe we should get one.

Boo: You got it, Dude.

Me: …

Boo: Mommy. You got it, Mommy.

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About L.A.

IS: 26, a mom, in love with family and friends, energetic, a writer, a music lover/performer, a hockey girl, a soccer player, a Hotch. LOVES: LeBebe, music, family, thunderstorms, friends, Red Wings hockey, writing, the beach, bicycling, high metabolisms, soccer, cheesecake. IS NOT: lazy, a morning person, high maintenance, introverted, perfect. HATES: cheaters, mornings before 9 am, being lied to, losing, high humidity, make up, fast food.

Posted on February 25, 2014, in Merriments, Words and Phrases and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. ahahahaha, i love your little DUDE!!!

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