Fintan was sitting on my lap out on the porch this evening, blowing bubbles towards me and asking me where they popped.
"Where did that one pop?"
"On my shoulder."
"Where did that one pop?"
"On my cheek."
"Where did that one pop?"
"On my tummy."
"Where did that one pop?"
"On my forearm."
"Where's your ten arm?"
*pause* (reflect)
"That's a good question."
Monday, July 13, 2009
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3 comments:
What a smartie pants!!!!! Love that Fintan!
I see what you mean. I'm using my six arm to type this.
Lol, Chris. :)
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