This morning, Claire locked herself in my bathroom. Below, is the conversation that followed:
M: "Claire, unlock the door."
C: "No."
M: "Yes."
--doorknob wiggles--
"Turn the lock in the middle."
--wiggle, wiggle--
"Clairey. UNLOCK the door."
--knock, knock--
"CLAIRE!"
C: "Who there?"
M: "It's mommy. Open the door."
C: "No it's not. It's banana."
"Knock knock"
M: "Who's there?"
C: "Banana"
M: "Banana who?"
C: "I don't know!" (uproarious laughter)
"knock knock"
M: "Who's there?"
C: "banana"
M: "banana who?"
C: "I Don't Know!" (more laughter)
*At this point, i leave to go find a key for the door. I return about 2 minutes later, and unlock the door. I open it, walk in...
C: "uh-oh"
Nov 15, 2005
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4 comments:
Okay, now that is funny! I can hear her little voice in my head :<)
Kids...
I know all about this, we had similiar experiences in my family. That's how we learned to keep the key on the molding at the top of the door - incase there was a real emergency.
Funny stuff!
Heehee....my precious!
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