So Tony is really sick right now.. bad flu.. not the un-kosher kind..
Josie was at Baba's yesterday and was meant to come home, but we decided it was best for her not to be at home where she can catch Tony's lurgy, but should stay at Baba's overnight and then Baba & Dyeda (who is now retired!!) can drive her to Auntie Carol's place in the morning for their scheduled Big Adventure (tm).
As she was going to bed, Josie lay down, but kept tossing and turning.
Josie: I can't go to sleep!
Baba: Why not?
Josie: Because my tooth is wobbly and if I go to sleep I could swallow it and choke!
Baba: But you would be asleep, how would it come out?
Josie: Because as I sleep, my tongue might play with it and it might pop out and I might swallow it and choke!
Baba: So what are we going to do???
Josie: Hang on a minute.. Let me think..
(some time passes silently)
Josie: I know Baba.. you can take my tooth and I won't swallow it then.
Baba: But how can I take your tooth if its in your mouth??
Josie: Oh its not anymore!
[Josie hands Baba a bloody tooth]
We now have three missing teeth up top and one down the bottom. I am finding it very hard to understand what she says! And I am a little concerned at how long its taking for the top two front teeth to come out..
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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Sunday, July 05, 2009
G.I. Josie
So Josie found Wolf3D on my iPhone.
We're driving through Coogee and we hear from the back of the car:
Josie: Sorry! Sorry! I have to shoot you or you'll shoot me! Argh! Sorry!
So after we recover from the fits of laughter we have the following exchange:
Daddy: Josie I don't think I want you playing that game.
Josie: why not?!
Daddy: you know you're not really shooting ppl right? It's just a picture?
Josie: yes I know that. (in the duh! What are you retarded? voice)
Time passes with much grunting and exasperated utterances when the final little perl drops out:
Josie: argh I hate this game!
Daddy: so why you playin' it?
Josie: 'Cos I love this game! I just can't always find the bad guys! I tried for ages with the blood searcher.
Daddy: the blood searcher?
Josie: yeah, the guy....blood squirting all over the place...the searcher. (In her best distracted monotone).
We're driving through Coogee and we hear from the back of the car:
Josie: Sorry! Sorry! I have to shoot you or you'll shoot me! Argh! Sorry!
So after we recover from the fits of laughter we have the following exchange:
Daddy: Josie I don't think I want you playing that game.
Josie: why not?!
Daddy: you know you're not really shooting ppl right? It's just a picture?
Josie: yes I know that. (in the duh! What are you retarded? voice)
Time passes with much grunting and exasperated utterances when the final little perl drops out:
Josie: argh I hate this game!
Daddy: so why you playin' it?
Josie: 'Cos I love this game! I just can't always find the bad guys! I tried for ages with the blood searcher.
Daddy: the blood searcher?
Josie: yeah, the guy....blood squirting all over the place...the searcher. (In her best distracted monotone).
[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]
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