Tales of a half-crazy mother who needs contact with the outside world before the other half goes.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Last night we all sat down at the dinner table for some yummy salmon patties and corn casserole. Punky sweetly asked me to sit with her, so I sat down next to her. Hubby and I began a discussion about...well, I forget now. But as usual, I was getting into the conversation and talking excitedly and being a little boisterous.
Punky very gently put her pudgy hands against my forearm and looked at me very seriously.
"Be nice to each other, Mommy....or I'll rip your face off!"