Friday, November 21, 2008

My Daughter, The Athlete.


Upon discovering Child Number One slouching lugubriously in her chair at the lunch table, wearing a foul expression:

Mother: What's up, Buttercup? Why the long face?

Child Number One: (mournfully) We have GYM CLASS this afternoon...

Mother: So?

Child Number One: (clearly exasperated) That's FIFTY MINUTES of my life I'll NEVER get back...

If she weren't so damn good at math, I'd swear I've cloned myself...

3 comments:

painted maypole said...

he he he

(maybe you could ask her how much of her life she'll GAIN, though, by being healthy and physically fit? now where did I hide that fudge?)

Candygirlflies said...

I ate the last piece.

(mouth full. sorry. **burp**)

xo CGF

mrinz said...

Hehe. No one does 'foul face' better than a pre teen! or a teen for that matter.

 
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