Last night she went to a pajama party (not a slumber party - I picked her up at 8:30). On the car ride home I asked how everything went. "Great", she says. "Except for the little bastard that chased us out of E's room".
"The WHAT?"
"The little bastard. That's what E calls her brother".
I laughed - just a little.
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Oh man I would have been laughing so hard while trying to cover it up to explain why we don't use words like that. That kind of cracks me up that her little friend would say that!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I would've been laughing A LOT. :)
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