12/2/11

Fred, Ted, Ned, Bed, Head, Thread, Dead. (My life is one big rhyme.)




“What’s wrong, Sasha? You don’t seem like yourself this morning.”


“Nah.  I don’t feel so good.  I cranky!” she said with a pout.



“Well, I guess you got up on the wrong side of the bed.”  I said with a smile. 
  


Coloring, Francis said, “That never happens to me.”  She looked at up and stated matter-of factly, “My bed is up against the wall.”






Of course it is. 

6 comments:

Sue said...

Out of the mouths of babes! Have a great week-end, hope you find some down time!!

Take care, Sue

Gigi said...

Hmmmm...am thinking maybe I need to move my bed....

;-)

Brian Miller said...

ha makes sense to me..smiles.

Joanna Jenkins said...

I thinking I should move my bed too :-)

Happy weekend, xo jj

PS Stop by, I'm having a giveaway.

♥ Braja said...

it just hurts more when you DO get up on the wrong side...

MaryBeth said...

Love Francis!

Enjoy the boy!