Wednesday, December 1, 2010

I cain't make this stuff up


I was spending some quality time with my sweetie, in the Boudoir, with the door closed. I decided I should check on the Wee Lassies. I open our door and hear Aeron crying.

"Aeron. What's wrong?" No answer. I sit the child up in her bed. She just snivels.

"Boo. What's wrong?!" I ask. A couple times.

Finally I get answer.

"I.....I....want an umbrella!"


  1. Kids are awesome. Also, kids make a lot of sense.

    Also, get the kid an umbrella!

  2. She has one! Or at least she did last week....