A couple of nights ago, I had just turned my lamp off and was settling down to go to sleep. Monica had been asleep for an hour or so already (this fact shouldn't surprise anyone). As I closed my eyes, Monica suddenly started talking in her sleep like she often does. This is what she said:
"H. . . . . H. . . . . H is for Hungry!"
Apparently she's been watching a lot of Sesame Street with Lincoln the past few weeks.
She didn't watch it today.
4 comments:
I liked your "our faith" idea and have been planning to make an addition to our blog for some time now. It's so easy and non-invasive. I'm a timid missionary.
That is too funny. Poor Monica.
Only a mother can understand that you are only as smart as your kids are. Gavin and I got a good laugh out of that one because it sounds so familiar.
Oh that is a good one. Monica do you remember the time when we lived together and you got up and started putting on my shoes in the middle of the night. Or the time where you got in my bed? Gotta love ya when you are tired. It's ok I occasionally find myself singing Barney songs or Dora songs.
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