[On the way home from Walmart this afternoon. . .after a mean Mama said No to buying another Lightning McQueen. . .because today was a looking day. . .]
My day is fruined. You fruined my day, Mama.
What?
Fruined. My day is fruined.
Oh, I ruined your day. How did I do that?
Because I wanted my Lightning McQueen. And now my day is fruined. You made it dirty and now it is fruined.
[Now I'm laughing. Couldn't hold it in.]
Stop laughing. You threw yucky on it. And now it is dirty. And it is fruined.
[Laughing harder now. Which didn't help his drama. Too funny.]
My day is fruined. You fruined my day, Mama.
What?
Fruined. My day is fruined.
Oh, I ruined your day. How did I do that?
Because I wanted my Lightning McQueen. And now my day is fruined. You made it dirty and now it is fruined.
[Now I'm laughing. Couldn't hold it in.]
Stop laughing. You threw yucky on it. And now it is dirty. And it is fruined.
[Laughing harder now. Which didn't help his drama. Too funny.]
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