Sunday, January 25, 2009

Phrasing is everything

I love when people mis-speak. Mike likes to jokingly distance himself from me when I'm being particularly goofy. His favorite method is to indicate that he was adopted, or dropped off on the doorstep.

The other day, he meant to say he was the mailman's son... He looked into my eyes and deadpanned, "I'm the mailman's father."

He he held my gaze and cockily nodded his head to make his point, until I started laughing my butt off. Then he did a mental replay, and blushed 3 shades of red. "Shut Up!" he laughed.

I love my kids!

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