This happened like, over a month ago, but I never recorded it, and it’s too long to tweet, so…looks like I’ll have to do a blog entry.
So, we’re heading home from church one Sunday afternoon, and we pass this fruit stand that we’d heard good things about, so we pull over, and I wait in the car with the kids while Amanda goes to check it out. She elects to leave her purse in the car, so in case she decides she doesn’t like the fruit, she can truthfully say that she doesn’t have any cash on her.
A few minutes later, she comes back with a large slice of an extremely juicy looking peach. You know how it goes…the first one’s always free, right?
I say something to the effect of “Aha, so they gave you some crack, huh?” And Amanda is like “Yeah, give me my purse.” So I pass it to her and she gives me what’s left of the peach slice and goes to buy a bag of said peaches (they were expensive, but extremely good). Meanwhile, Kat, who is 3, asks me “What did mommy give you, daddy?” And I say “Mommy gave me some peach, Kat.” To which Kat replies, “No she didn’t, Daddy, Mommy gave you some crack!”
Oops.
Gotta watch what we say around these kids…
Originally published at Frequency of the AfroSwede. You can comment here or there.