So we took our funky rhythms elsewhere. We walked on the beach. Which started innocently enough.
A little sand never hurt anyone.
"It was an accident."
"I fell."
"I fell."
No! Ella no!
End game.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Last day of August
7pm- met my friend Lyd and went to the beach. Had ice cream at Abbott's. Lyd loves when my kids yell "funky rhythms"- something they heard on Sponge Bob. And they love to yell it. And run around like chickens. But when two pre-schoolers who are in speech therapy yell "funky rhythms" with gusto it sounds... bad. And the older couple wearing the America t-shirts standing in line for ice-cream stared at us, mouths agape, wondering why we were laughing, NAY, encouraging their profanity.
So we took our funky rhythms elsewhere. We walked on the beach. Which started innocently enough.
No! Ella no!
End game.
So we took our funky rhythms elsewhere. We walked on the beach. Which started innocently enough.
No! Ella no!
End game.
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