August 02, 2008
Tara-isms part XXVI
On the way to Grandma's house today, I interviewed Tara, who was busy in the back seat poking at our puppy in his carrier.
If the puppy could talk, what would he say? I asked her. "He'd say goo goo, ga ga." Is that it? "Yes, he's a baby, he can't talk yet." Somehow that makes sense.
What do you like about our new puppy? I asked. "Well, I'm glad he's a boy because he likes to play. Girls just sit around and don't do anything." OK...
If our cat could talk, what would he say to the dog? "Hey! Quit jumping on me!"
In the car, the puppy was panting a little. Tara said, "Why did we get the big-tongue one?"
She asked me when we are going on vacation. In three weeks, I told her. "Is that like, two days?" she asked. No, it's 21 days, I said. "Oh. So like, when I wake up tomorrow, will that be two days?"
Posted by Laura at August 2, 2008 09:12 PM