Hubs and I decided to be a good little family and insist on a TV free dinner at the table, just the 3 of us. So there we sat, eating our steak and salads while Julia played with some alphabet blocks in her high chair. I notice her lil’chubby hand clutching the “L” block with a Momma lion and cub inside.
So I say, “Look Julia, lions!” “L for lion!” in my cuddliest voice.
When suddenly, hubs says “A lion says (this in a normal voice)…ROOOOOAAAAARRRRR (at the top of his lungs and in his most ferocious voice)”
Much like this:
Clearly Julia was terrified, her little eyes practically popped out of their sockets and in a split second the tears were flowing freely and Daddy was backtracking faster than a camper who saw a grizzly and Mommy was working hard to console our lil luv muffin while choking back the laughter.
Who is worse? Hubs for his ROAR or me for laughing!
