This afternoon Kelsey and I were sitting on the lounge chair cuddling before she had to catch her flight home. We're talking about Shae and the plans she's making about going to the University of Oregon.
I tell Kelsey that people will think Shae "quacked". I thought it was a pretty clever statement on my part, but Kelsey looked at me with a horror stricken face and said "Mom that's a terrible thing to say. Doesn't that mean she died?"
"No, honey," I responded, "that would be croaked." I am so glad she has a bachelor's degree in English.
Duh, Roderick.
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