Daddy's On Fire
I love what kids pick up on and repeat….
The other night we were all sitting down to dinner. Michael finished up and started clearing some things off the table and then preparing for Camille’s nightly bed time routine, since it was getting to be that time.
When he came back to the table Camille started telling him, “Daddy, on fire. Daddy, on fire.”
He looked at her quizzically, “Daddy on fire?” And then, “Yeah, Daddy’s on fire. You’re right. He’s so good, your daddy’s on fire! Smart girl!”
He looked at me very amused and asked, “Where is she getting this?”
I reminded him, “Because when you left the room, you announced you were going upstairs to turn ON her humidiFIER.”
The other night we were all sitting down to dinner. Michael finished up and started clearing some things off the table and then preparing for Camille’s nightly bed time routine, since it was getting to be that time.
When he came back to the table Camille started telling him, “Daddy, on fire. Daddy, on fire.”
He looked at her quizzically, “Daddy on fire?” And then, “Yeah, Daddy’s on fire. You’re right. He’s so good, your daddy’s on fire! Smart girl!”
He looked at me very amused and asked, “Where is she getting this?”
I reminded him, “Because when you left the room, you announced you were going upstairs to turn ON her humidiFIER.”
posted by Michael and Tiffany @ 1:44 PM
2 Comments:
At 8:55 AM,
ARenea said…
Camille has trumped fighting crime in the kitchen......like mother, like daughter!!!!!!!!!!!
At 1:10 PM,
The Angry Gnome said…
...but Daddy is on fire!
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