Monday, July 6, 2009

You're Outta' Here

I get here before Shabbas and my granddaughter finds out that I'm sleeping in her room.
She looks at me steely-eyed.
ONE peep. Just ONE little noise. And you're OUT. You're out of my room.
I'm pretty quiet, honey.
ONE tiny noise and you're OUT! OUT OF THE HOUSE!
Well, okay.

It's so funny and the story is repeated over and over and I can tell she's embarrassed and I feel bad for telling it again and again, but it is really funny.

FLYING OUT OF THE HOUSE

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