Something a little lighter…
(The picture isn’t actually my daughters.)
My (little) girls happened to both have a day off of work and went to lunch together the other day. When they got home, I asked about their time together.
“It would have been fine if the waiter wasn’t hitting on us.”
“Hitting on you?! What does that mean?”
“It’s the same as flirting mom. Haven’t you heard of that?”
(Yes, I actually know what “hitting on” means, but it makes absolutely no sense in the context of my little girls!)
Aye, aye, aye! I’m going to need some deeper sand to keep my head in.
Maybe we can have a family movie night soon. I’m thinking Veggie Tales, Bob the Builder, cheerios and apple juice.