"Mummy, that's you, that's Caleb, and that's daddy back there."
Excuse me a moment while I swallow my pride.
Okay, done. This is the photo she was referring to:
I'm gathering at this point you're either giggling at my pain, or sitting in stunned silence at the image before you. The latter was my reaction.
Thankfully, a couple of minutes later she spotted yet another image, and said: "Mummy, that's you, isn't it?!"
Kid, consider yourself redeemed.
9 comments:
I think your Daughter is just doing this sort of thing to provide you with a wealth of material for your show.
So basically she thinks you're anyone with tits? I love it!
She can come and stay with us a while if she doesn't mind four other kids jumping all over her :)
MAke that 5 as I have accrued my cousins' boy too ! :)
Hi Comic Mummy
Wow, you change your hair colour about as often as most people breath. lol
HooRoo
Rebecca
Huggies: You might be right. Generous little sod that she is.
Louise: At least my hubby knows the difference. At least I hope he does...
Caz: You've got a deal.
Rebecca: Haha. That's me. La chamelion...
Breathe, it should be breathe. Curse trying to reply in a hurry before going to work. Grrrr
Oh don't worry...sleep deprivation is my excues. ;-)
Seriously- can I have her? I'd love to be confused for Angie!
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