Yesterday before sacrament meeting a two-year old girl on the pew in front of us was staring at me so I gave her a smile and a little wave. Apparently this was unauthorized communication with a child in Natalie’s opinion and she wrote on her paper: You’re weird.
No argument here, but not because of the wave, but maybe because I noticed and appreciated the correct apostrophe usage.
I simply wrote back: U love me, U know it.
Nat: Ya right
Me: yeah
Nat: weirdo
Me: I’m just friendly; you are lucky to have me
Nat: Sure
Me: Who is your favorite father?
Nat: Weirdo
Me: Who is your favorite parent?
Nat: I can’t pick a favorite
Me: Whew. I can’t pick a favorite child either.
Nat: Even though it is me
Me: You’re tied for first!
Nat: With who? And I want a name.
Me: Cole, Ry, and Miss
Nat: No!
Me: So I guess you’re in last place too.
Nat: You are weird
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