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I watch (as most of you know) two little boys each day while their mom goes off to work in real estate. I love these boys as though they were my very own, and I like to think that they love me in return.

Daniel, the older of the two, is always saying things that cause me to laugh. Today, as he pulled one of a number of long hairs out of my carpeting upstairs, he said, "Miss Pam, your house is old"

Me: "No honey, it's only two years old, That's not old yet"
Daniel: "Yes it is. Your house is old because it has hair now!"

The other day, as I was working in the kitchen, he came up behind me and told me the following:

Daniel: "Miss Pam, I want to go over to Olivia's house and play doctor with her"

At this point I was greatly relieved that my back was to him. Without turning around, and without too much laughter in my voice, I asked him to repeat his request. He did.

Me: (still with my back turned) Honey, What do you mean by playing doctor?
Daniel: "You know, Miss Pam! I want to play the doctor game! My mom said I could!"

At this point I am laughing so I turn around to look at him and find that he is holding the game Operation in his innocent little hands. I nearly fell over with relief.


  1. Too funny...reminds me of my nephew demanding to watch the movie "Out of Gas Car" (Madagascar)

  2. Pammy, you run this really sweet blog so how can we come on here and be really coarse and rude - it's just inappropriate. So if I don't show up don't ever think I'm ignoring you. Thanks for popping over.

  3. Tom, it's all a smokescreen.

    Are you dumping me? ::sigh:: The fickle, fickle British...

  4. I'm also very coarse and rude, usually, but I think I can behave myself long enough to come visit here.

    Thanks for visiting my place, and I'll be sure to visit here again soon.

    I sighed in relief along with you when you saw the Operation Game.

  5. You should have poked him with tweezers to see if HIS nose lit up

  6. Ha! That would have been a good idea.

    Welcome Contrary and thanks for saying that you are strong enough to stay here and visit. It seems Tom might be a weak link. :grin: We shall have to help him along.

  7. Pammy, it's not that I'm dumping you; I just need to cool things down for a while. Cherry's got all upset now and I don't want to lose her.
    Anyway, why do you care, with all the guys you've got running after you

  8. Cherry, cherry, cherry. I've lost you to her? Is it the lovely pink background of her blog?

    I can change templates. Really I can. Just don't ask me to do pink.


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