Ok, enough of the poor-me-birthday-self-pity (but if you really want to throw a little pity my way, scroll down...). On to something more lighthearted.
Here's a conversation I just had with Annie:
Annie: Why am I so klutzy? Mom, are you klutzy? No, you're not klutzy. Is Daddy klutzy? Why am I so klutzy?
Me (jumping in when she paused to take a breath): Annie, everyone has a klutzy period. You're still growing and getting used to your bod...
Annie: No, Mom. I'm not having a klutzy period. I am klutzy. Period.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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3 comments:
Cute :)
I'm klutzy too.
It's okay..tell her that while Aunt Betsy used to be full of grace -- now it seems I'm always tripping over something...
In fact the other day I tripped going up the stairs...
Then tripped when I came right back down!
Now that is klutzy. Period!
That is one of her top quotes, I think.
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