Elsa Bean

Monday, September 25, 2006

Time Out?





















What do you mean, Dad? I don't need a timeout. I'm really sorry. I know that I wasn't supposed to throw that piece of bagel on the floor. And I didn't throw that tomato- it's squished under my butt.

What? This electrical outlet? The one that I'm slowly moving my finger toward while I am staring at you? I'm not going to put my finger in it and no, I'm not...testing...you.

I don't need a timeout. I just really wanted to pour that container full of water out of the tub and onto your pants, I thought it would be funny. Jeez!

What do you mean I can't run with my shoes untied?

Why can't I pet that stray doggie?

That cord connected to your laptop is cool!

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