Today, Max and Micah were eating lunch when the phone rang. While I was the on the phone, Micah kept screaming over and over (not an uncommon occurrence and nothing to be alarmed about.) When I hung up, I went to the table and said, “Micah, what do you need?”
He said, “More quesedilla.”
“Okay,” I said in an exasperated tone (think long, drawn-out "a" sound.)
He responded, “Fine.” (think long, drawn-own "i" sound.)
Funny. That's exactly what my tone said, not “okay,” but “fine.”
2 comments:
I'm amazed at Micah's linguistic abilities! (hey Amber--hope you don't mind a little blog-stalking here...but at least I left a comment and identified myself, right?)
Hilarious!
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