[Handing out fruit snacks]
B: You can only have a couple?
[Whining]
H: That’s not a couple. I have one, two, three, four five.
B: How many do you want?
H: Six!
B: Ok, here.
[Happy]
H: One, two, three, four, five, six.
Wednesday September 27th, 2006
Tuesday September 5th, 2006
My Mail
Hailey grabbed an envelope from the stack of mail and insists that it is hers, she says that the address says to Hailey and Katie. I give her the mail and let her play with it, it is junk correspondence anyway.
D: Hailey, lets go upstairs. Bring your mail.
H: It’s my mail though. It’s not for the machine.
Maybe I shred too much mail when Hailey knows that all the mail that goes into my office goes into the shredder?