We are sitting at dinner and Madie says in a sing-song voice, “I know about the rutabaga!”
“What?”
“I know all about what you have done with the rutabaga,” declares Madie with a glee in her eye.
“What are you talking about?” And then it dawns on me . . . ” You mean you read my blog!!”
“Yep,” she giggles.
I guess it’s time to set my blog to private or be more careful with what I write!
Then Ainsley cries out with her arms crossed and her eyes mere slits, “You broke the Promise of the Rutabaga!!!”
“What promise? I didn’t make any promises.”
“Yes you did. A long two months ago!”
At this point I’m laughing so hard that I start to choke. They are certainly all precious.
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