H and I made the weekly trek out to Dairy Queen this evening. It's become our weekly treat and is a means to get us out of the house. While sitting in the drive through, H kept asking K if she wanted a little brother or a little sister. All K replied was "no".
After responding several times, K turned her attention to more important matters. There was a poster on the side of Dairy Queen that advertised their tacos. She pointed and said "what's that?". H promptly replied that the picture was of a taco.
At that point, a thought popped into her head. "K", she said, "do you want a taco or a hot dog"? K promptly replied (emphatically) "Hah Dog!".
I guess she wants a little brother.
1 comment:
I love that child. However my thought process was entirely wrong. Funny, but wrong.
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