(Note: Steve left Tanner a note on the dry erase board last night so that we'd see it this morning when we woke up.)
Me: "Boy that Stevie, he's a good guy huh? We sure are lucky to have found him, aren't we?"
Tanner: "Depends"
Me: "On what?"
Tanner: "It depends on if he gills me a steak or not on Saturday. (I'm now laughing hysterically)...this tummy needs some steak in it!"
Priorities, you know. It's all about priorities.
2 comments:
Okay, that's funny.
Wow, she use to be such a good kid. If only we hadn’t exposed her to my ultimate grilled steak. It’s all my fault. I should have watched her more closely or even asked questions. I knew something was up when I would walk into her bedroom and I could smell that sweet aroma of grilled Black Angus. She had been sneaking it from the frig. I know some kids get addicted pretty easily, but I didn’t think Tanner would. We’ll find a program for her soon. I‘m so ashamed…sp
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