[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.
2006-09-27
2006-09-05
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?