Who taught this child to read? You did.Mama
Wait till you drive past the huge B**bie Bungalow billboard on I-65 between TN and AL.Talk about awkward conversations!
Ok, I hate to admit this, but at first I thought you meant"Barbie Bungalow" and thought, shoot, what's so akward about that?? HA! I get it now . . .
Reading graffiti in a parking garage is how we figured out our youngest could read. Luckily we were paying attention and were able to redirect her before she got to the meaty words. Sigh.
And why is Uncle Ben walking out of there?
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Who taught this child to read? You did.
Mama
Wait till you drive past the huge B**bie Bungalow billboard on I-65 between TN and AL.
Talk about awkward conversations!
Ok, I hate to admit this, but at first I thought you meant"Barbie Bungalow" and thought, shoot, what's so akward about that?? HA! I get it now . . .
Reading graffiti in a parking garage is how we figured out our youngest could read. Luckily we were paying attention and were able to redirect her before she got to the meaty words. Sigh.
And why is Uncle Ben walking out of there?
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