Friday, February 5, 2010

Out of the Mouth of My Babe

Jack's imagination was really on a roll tonight. We had one of his favorite food groups - pizza. At one point, the crust was a fish attacking a dinosaur. Then, he turned the crust vertical and said what sounded like, "Crap." Mike and I looked at each other.

"Crap?" I nervously asked as we tried to decipher what he was trying to say.

"Giraffe?" Mike asked.

"Uh, huh," replied Jack. "Giraffe."

Mike and I both sighed, relieved that Jack had not uttered his first bad word, at least we think he didn't.

1 comment:

EE said...

At least it didn't sound like truck;)