Medium Fry: An' she has a Chocolate Pudding dog!
Hubby: A Chocolate Pudding dog?
Medium: Yes! That's what she said!
Hubby: A chocolate Labrador?
Medium: No! Yes!
Hubby: So she has a chocolate Lab, then. That's cool.
And then, on our way home from the party, Hubby was joking around with Medium, and asking "Who?" "What?" "When?" any time Medium had a question, and using a creaky old voice to do it.
Medium was not happy.
Medium: Daddy! You'wre not listening! I'm twrying to talk to you! Daddy!
Medium: Why awre you saying "What?"
Hubby [creakily]: What? Who?
By this time we were in our driveway (it's only about five minutes to Merry's).
Medium [exasperated]: You'wre nawt heawring what I'm twrying to say! Just goes to show that you'wre getting old.
And here they are, in all their finery:
|Spidergirl, Rosetta, and Iridessa|