Sunday, January 17, 2010

And I carried you for 40 weeks...

The following took place between 7:48 and 7:49 am:

Me: Hey Robert, do you want to go eat some coffee cake that Mama made?"
Robert: Yes!
Me: What kind of coffee cake do you think it is?
Robert: Burnt.

Niiiiiiice.
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

He probably meant burnt sugar.
It really is funny. Lighten up!
Carol

January 18, 2010 at 5:51 PM

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