Frankie: Tell me a Bible story, Momsie. Tell me about Pharaoh and the blood and frogs and the little tiny bugs.
Me: They're called gnats.
Frankie: They are bugs that are Molly Jo's age? Baby bees?
Me: Kind of.
Frankie: They will fly up your nose and in your mouth?
Me: Yup. It was awful.
Frankie: And in your eyes?
Me: Yes, they were everywhere.
Frankie: If those bees that were Molly's age flew in my eyes, I would cry and cry and cry. If you gave me medicine: Still crying. But if you gave me a Rolo: Stop crying.
Now why didn't the Egyptians think of that.
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matt got a hearty chuckle out of that one.
She's obviously ready to be a CL
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