Tonight I was at Em's fooling around in the kitchen. Mae was trying to get around me and I was between the stove, the sink, the open dishwasher and the silverware drawer she was attempting to get to.
I tried to squeeze myself up against the stove and Mae tried to manipulate around me. It was touch and go there for awhile. Mae said, "Grandma! Why are your hips so BIG?"
I asked, "Are they big? Really?"
She said, "Yea...they're big".
I love Mae. Truly.
Mae? Was that a thump I heard under your bed? I'm sure it's nothing....
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2 comments:
lol!
as hard as we try, we can't train the truth out of kids.
not that your hips are big. they're not. they're thin. invisible, in fact.
as you would say, ok, i'll shut up now.
HAHAHAHAHA....it's true. They are truth machines, and hopefully, they'll never change. They may lose friends if they never change, but they're refreshing as all get out.
plus, my hips are big relative to the rest of me. Apparently, I'm a pear. I prefer to think of it as an "hourglass"....*hmmph*
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