It's not Sunday
During dinner, we were discussing this evening's schedule. I was so tired today that I kept forgetting what day it was. However, Nicholas came to my rescue . . . sort of.
Here's how the conversation went:
Daddy John: My 9:30pm meeting was cancelled.
Momma Sheri: Oh, that's right. Today is Monday. I keep forgetting. When I woke up this morning, I thought it was Sunday.
Nicholas: It's not Sunday.
Momma Sheri: That's right Nicholas. Today, is Monday--not Sunday.
Nicholas: It's NOT Sunday. It's FOGGY-day!
3 comments:
Too funny!!! Your little guy has quite the sense of humor!!!
Funny how they are SO literal at this age, isn't it?? Very cute!
That's very cute. I curse Sundays every time they're foggy-days.
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