I’ve been quite busy, so posting has been the least of my priority, but I have to share this story with you, it is quite original because it happened at home. Here we go.
Princess T – Mummy
Queen – Yes, darling.
Princess T – When is your birthday?
Queen – You mean the date (wishing she didn’t hear right)
Princess T – I mean your birth date!
Queen – Sorry, darling, I won’t tell you because I don’t want you to tell your friends. I am trying …….
Princess T – Mummy, pleaseeeeee…………
Queen – No, I won’t…………
Princess T – Then, I won’t tell you my birth date……….
I couldn’t finish getting the rest of the gist because I was struggling to prevent my ribs from caving in as I have a suppressed silent laugh of my life. I asked myself, how do 4years plus reason? If there is anyone that is consider the best custodian of the birth date of a child, is it not the mother?
Well some father do have them. Since I was eavesdropping on the two (don’t scold me now, it wasn’t planned, I just happened to be in the right place, behind a door at the right time).
I hope you enjoy this. I got to go back to my busy desk. Cheers.
3 comments:
That's cute. :-)
Nice blog eeeeh! Get blessed!
Really cute!but then what do you expect from a Child.They are just too good to be true,sometimes i wonder how i have been living without them!
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