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!
lumos80 said,
Wednesday, June 10, 2009 @ 12:08 am
hilarious…poor Jules:)
juli evans said,
Tuesday, June 30, 2009 @ 7:58 am
That just made my morning…I almost spit out my coughing reading that. You’re funny!