Monday, June 11, 2012

Reagan-ism

The scene:  the parking lot at Lowe's

Me to Rea:  "Hold mommy's hand please and let's check for cars."

Rea to me:  "Mom, don't freak out."

Uh... excuse me?  First of all, why is she calling me mom and not mommy and secondly, how does she know what freak out even means?!?! Maybe I misheard her. Yes that has to be it.

Me to Rea:  "I'm sorry honey, what did you say?"

Rea to me:  "I said don't freak out mommy."

And then I just laughed and laughed and laughed because if she's already telling me this at age 2, what will she tell me at age 12. And then I went home and ate a Klondike bar.

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