Over dinner, discussing the potential trip to California for Christmas, words like “Grandma” (who lives in L.A.) and “Sacramento” (where our house is) were being bandied about. Girlish, who gets pretty focused about food, looked up from her quinoa and said, “What? Did you say Grandma’s moving to Sacramento?”
Me: Um, no. I wish.
Goodlooking: Grandma still lives in L.A.
Boyish: And L.A.’s in Sacramento–DUH.
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Here’s one of that kind (and this stuff is just to good to be contrived):
Child of Mine: “Stop saying ‘It’s Kosh’ all the time. Do you even know what kosher means?”
Another Child of Mine: “Of course I do. It’s when the rabbi blesses the pork.”
Comment by Cheri @ Blog This Mom! — September 4, 2008 @ 8:16 am
Heh. I’ve been to Sacramento! The old board walk – the train museum… (we took my Uncle for a day out doing what HE wanted to while we visited).
Comment by Jonathan — September 10, 2008 @ 1:36 pm