Sunday, March 25, 2007
Well, excuuuuuuse me
I heard Emma calling from the other room, "Daddy...Daddy...Daddy...Daddy." M was installing a repaired storm window and couldn't drop everything to go her. I went in to see what she needed. She said to me, "I was talking to Daddy, I wasn't talking to you." Truthfully, I was so amazed at her sentence structure I forgot to be insulted.