Ashleigh, Ryan and I were enjoying some fresh air in the backyard yesterday between rain storms. Quite nice actually considering it has been miserable with all the rain and cold weather we are having. How I long for spring... I digress... sorry.
Anyway, Ashleigh is playing with her sandbox and I'm holding Ryan and Gypsy is being, well, a dog. So after chatting about the sand and the clouds and the water in her toys, Ashleigh says "Gypsy dropped a deuce."
Me, "What did you say, Ashleigh?"
Ashleigh, "Gypsy dropped a deuce."
Me, "Oh, okay, thanks." "BWWAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAHAAAAAA!"
Thanks to my dear husband my sweet little daughter now refers to the dog poop in our yard as "dropping a deuce." Thanks darling!
Hi Ann Marie!
I saw from my sisters blog that she wasn't supposed to tell anyone that you have blog, so OF COURSE, I had to check it out!
I LedOL (past tense) at Ashleigh's comment. I can think of MUCH worse things for your hubby of gold to be teaching her!
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