Miss FLG is sitting in her high chair eating dinner.
Miss FLG: What's that daddy?
FLG: That's a painting of New Orleans.
Miss FLG: I go there?
FLG: Actually, your mother and I were talking about bringing you to Jazzfest this year, but it's not going to workout. Maybe next year.
Miss FLG: I go there?
FLG: Yes, one day. We'll go to Jazzfest and listen to music.
Miss FLG: I dance.
FLG: And there's great food.
Miss FLG: I eat.
Mrs. FLG from the next room: What about Show your tits?!
FLG: Oh, be quiet!
Miss FLG: I ready to go.
She kicks her feet up.
Miss FLG: I need my shoes.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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2 comments:
belated: Mrs FLG sounds awesome.
Oh, she is awesome.
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