Anja and I were in the mall running some errands the other day, and it was past lunchtime. To get back to our car, we had to pass the food court. I looked up and saw a Sbarro, and as I did, Anja yelled (from her stroller), “Pizza!” This is not good if she can identify it simply by the smell…
Sunday night Husband and I were corraling Anja to check her diaper. Upon inspection, he announced, “Anja, you have a poop in your diaper.” Without hesitation, she shouted, “Fu**!” Neither of us uses language like that, so we have no idea what she was referring to (“frog” often comes out sounding much like the ‘f’ word), but it was so hilarious that we both burst out laughing.
Anything funny happen to you lately?