All three kids called pancakes 'pan pakes.' John still does, and at Christmas, when my dad attempted to correct him, I went bat crap crazy. Telling him, 'Hush!! No no no!! He's the last to say it!'
|Cecil County Fair Summer 08|
When Violet was about four, she and my husband were out in the neighborhood riding bikes. They saw a neighbor friend of ours and started chatting. If you've ever met Violet you know that she is my child. She can talk to anybody. So she was chattering away. Terri asked her where I was.
And in her sweet voice, with her sweet lips and sweet mouth, she said, "Mommy is at home. She has crabs."
I was home with CRAMPS, friends. CRAMPS.