At dinner last week, as we were discussing plans for my daughter's 11th birthday:
Husband: You're going to be how old, now?
Daughter: Eleven.
Husband: Eleven?!? Oh, God no, save us.... You're practically a dang teenager!
Daughter: Not a teenager, Dad. I'm a "tween." That's what my friend D says, anyway.
Husband: A "tween"? What's a "tween"? Is that like the stuff that's "tween" my toes?
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He's lucky she didn't kill him in his sleep that night.
Monday, September 28, 2009
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I hope for your daughter's sake this was not said in public or in front of any of her friends.
She will kill him when she actually becomes a teen. That's when the real hormones kick in!
ROFL!
What a great sense of humor he has! Love it!
He should learn to sleep with his eyes open so that when she is a teen and he says something dumb like this, he can keep himself safe from the homicide brought on by raging hormones;)
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