Last night, in the Wicke kitchen:
Me: Get out. Are you kidding me, Logan?
Logan: Veetum and weat, Mom.
Me: What?
Logan: Veetum and weat. You know. You say that sometimes in a game or something.
Me: Oh, yeah...veetum and weat. I think I've heard that.
Read 'em and weep, folks; she's one funny girl. And who's she been playing poker with anyway?
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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4 comments:
Hahahahah! Too funny. At first I thought you were going to say those were names of some of her classmates!
BTW, that Mascara is Max Factor Lash Perfection. I love, love, love it.
She is YOU!
It is great to document these moments where they make us laugh, so that when they are on our last nerve we can read them and think, oh they are good to keep around, if even just for a good laugh now and then.
It's funny how just when we're ready to cease their existence, they pull a funny.
Tee-Hee!
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