Yesterday I ran out of paper plates and was forced to use my Pyrex plates. I know, I know kill a tree? save a gallon of water? it's a dilemma. Everyone was at school except the two littlest and their little cousin. I was taking a Pyrex plate with three hot, hot dogs on it out of the microwave when it slipped out of my fingers hit my freshly shop-vacuumed floor, sweeping is way to much like work. It shattered into a brazillion pieces covering a 20 foot radius, and made an impressive, shattering glass, noise. I quickly stepped through the glass to grab the shop-vac. Joseph came running down the hall, "Dude! he exclaimed, obviously impressed with the loud crash.
"Dude!" I yelled, putting up my hand in the stop sign.
"Dude!" He explained, pointing at the shoes on his feet.
"Dude!" I threatened, pointing him back down the hall.
"Dude!" he muttered, rolling his eyes as he turned to go.
Thank you Disney for making communicating with boys so easy and effective.
5 comments:
"You're really cute and all, but I can't understand a word you're saying!" (Marlin)
Dude! Even I use that word all the time, and not always to Dudes. Its just cool, I guess.
Have a great day!
Thats hilarious!!! Though something makes me think you couldn't have had that "conversation" with anyone but Joseph. ;-) He's so cute!
dude dude dude and dude!!!!!!!!!!!!
seriously. Our first grandson? His third word, used correctly, was "dude". dug it.
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