Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Poker Dealers

The other day Zoey and I were having a conversation about $9 that she owes me and the fact that she hadn't done the job yet that the $9 was for. About that time my dad walks in and I, being the smart ass I am (wonder where Harrison gets it) say....you don't want to be like Grandpa do you. To which she responds in all seriousness, "No! I don't want to be a poker dealer when I grow up."
Though my dad and I totally wanted to bust up we know she gets pissed because she sees it as us making fun of her, so we coughed and spluttered. I love my daughter. I love my dad.

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  1. I can't even handle how adorable your kids are. I can only hope that my kids turn out like yours.

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