I finally got around to getting the holiday cards in the mail this morning and included this blog address on the back of the photos. Hence, I imagine we’ll be getting a few more visitors than usual over the next week. So, let’s talk about passing gas!
1. My mom and I were have a conversation over Starbucks caramel apple spice drinks when Zoe interrupted us. I tried to explain that it isn’t polite to interrupt and if she has something to say while others are talking she should say, “Excuse me.” She immediately responded with, “But I didn’t toot.”
2. Yesterday Zoe spilled a partial cup of six dollar a gallon milk on the floor. She froze and looked up at me. I asked her what she should say. “Hi???” was her response. No. “Excuse me???” No. I was going for “I’m sorry.” or “I spilled my precious, organic, hormone-free milk from cows who most likely live in better conditions that us and get daily back rubs and foot massages.”
3. I heard a toot coming from the rear of Zoe. A moment went by. I asked Zoe what she should say. She instantly responded, “Excuse me.” About a half hour later Zak thanks Zoe for taking the blame for that one.
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