Last night we stopped at Morales to eat after baseball. As Denny and I were talking, my sweet husband pointed out this rather large pimple I have on my face. That of course started this conversation.
Jill "Okay, that's it. Either you are leaving here and going to the mall to get my face cleanser and I go home and get the boys ready for bed. Or I go to the mall to get my face stuff and you take the boys home and put them to bed." (Denny chose the mall.)
Luke "I want to go to the mall. Please, please, please can I go to the mall?"
Jill "Luke why do you want to go to the mall?"
Luke "I want to see Santa. Please, I need to see Santa to tell him I need toys."
Of course Denny and I think this is so funny but Luke didn't understand the humor. I guess I need to take him to the mall more often. :-)
cute story.
ReplyDeleteLuke is deprived. He will need counseling for the lack of mall time later in life. Poor child.
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