Today getting breakfast at Bob's Red Mill:
Lady: That is the prettiest little girl ever. Those curls!
Me: Oh, thank you. He's a boy, actually.
Lady: What's your name sweet heart? Hank, look at her cheeks, oh and her eyelashes!
Me: Uhhhh, (nervous, weird laugh). HIS name is Oliver. HE is almost 14 months.
Lady: They just don't make girls any cuter than that.
Oliver: Ahhhhhh, Noooooooooooo! (Louder than you ever imagined.)
What can I say? Guess he knows he ain't a chick.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
He can't help that he is beautiful
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1 comment:
That's hilarious! But Oliver definitely looks like a boy. And there's certainly nothing wrong with being beautiful! :)
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