Sarah was in a bad, grouchy mood today. She was drawing at the table, and I was working in the kitchen. I asked her what she was drawing, and she said gloomily, "I'm drawing a picture of nobody." I asked her how she was feeling as she drew it, and she said, "I feel all wrinkly." I went to go sit by her, but she scooted away and said, "Don't breathe your air on me." I said, "Why? Do I have bad breath?" and she said, "I don't know, but I don't want your air getting on mine."
2 comments:
From now on, I don't want you typing where I'm reading. :D
I'm going to have to remember that the next time someone smoking sets by me! :-)
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