Upon leaving a birthday party, I ended up speaking with a woman walking her dog about children's birthday parties. She then told me she had three grown children - something like 18, 23 and 25.
She looked so young, I couldn't believe it. "Get out of here!" I exclaimed. We chit chat a little bit longer. After we said our goodbyes, I rolled up my window and started driving away.
S tells me in a soft and serious voice, Mom, telling someone to get out of here is not nice.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
It's all in the tone and teaching your 4 year old about idiomatic expressions
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Hehe...knowing S she's probably being facetious.
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