A Conversation VI:
Dylan and I were playing baseball outside the other day. After about 20 minutes, he was bored, and wanted to move onto the next game. The following conversation took place:
Dylan: Mama, how about we play "Hit the Deer with the Ball?" (He noticed my obviously confused look, so he elaborated) I'll be the deer, and you throw the ball.
Me: Stand still.
Dylan: Mama, how about we play "Hit the Deer with the Ball?" (He noticed my obviously confused look, so he elaborated) I'll be the deer, and you throw the ball.
Me: Stand still.
Labels: Conversations, MDM
posted by Sarah at
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
10 Comments:
He's such a cute little Bambihead.
why, oh why, oh why doesn't my son suggest this game? (preferably, the ever-popular "throw the hotdog with ketchup at Bambi").
Bambihead, Ha! Where do you think of this stuff? That's good.
Quindigo- why don't you suggest it? You never know...maybe he's playing it with his friends already.
Red Rover, Red Rover send SARAH right over....can you come out to play Sarah? Its been ages and I check here every day to see if you have returned.
Sher- It's been one week since I last blogged anything. I am hoping to be inspired today. If not, I know I have enough inspiration to make some sugar cookies for myself....I mean, the kids.
One of the things I love about donating blood is the sugar cookie (or two) experience at the end.
What if I donate today? Hint. Hint.
What's the dill, pickle?
I believe we need some sort of proof that there were cookies made. Could be just an excuse. And we don't need no stinkin' excuse!
Help...I'm going thru "Sarah Withdrawal." I NEED photos, I need to read, I need wholesome perkiness.
Quick, someone, anyone, bring me a beer and make it snappy. I need calming.
You guys are such good sports. Cookies for all. No blood needed to donate first either.
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