Over the past weekend, Ben and I have had a few comic exchanges in regards to wardrobes. They were too amusing not to share. J
Friday morning, before I am about to leave for work:
Ben: Sharon, you look really nice today.
Sharon: Aw. Thank you.
Ben: Yeah, really nice. Kind of like Christmas.
Sharon: It's September. I'm not supposed to look like Christmas. Maybe I should go change.
Ben: No, no. Really I like it.
(memo: if you want to compliment someone's outfit, steer clear of telling them they remind you of a holiday – especially if it's not that holiday)
Sunday, while watching general conference and the speaker is giving men tips on how to raise daughters:
Sharon: I think we're only going to have girls.
Ben: No, we're only going to have boys. And they're all going to have red boots.
Sharon: Why would we give our boys red boots?
Ben: I don't know.
Sharon: Well, if our sons are getting red boots, I have to have a pair of red boots too.
Ben: **audible groan
(Admittedly, I'm still trying to figure out what possessed Ben to say boys need red boots. Where does he come up with this stuff!?!)
Sunday, when I bring the 3 loads of laundry that I washed last Sunday, but never put away, out to the living room to fold:
Ben: Holy Cow! You have so many clothes!
Sharon: Ah, and yet not enough. It's such a paradox.
(Too true. Too True.)
1 comment:
Katie finally outgrew the red cowboy boots that all three of my girls wore. I always wanted a pair too... let me know when you find them!
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