After we celebrate Resurrection Sunday, my chillers continue the egg hunt for weeks. They just love to hide em and find em. Like some kind of newfangled game. Sarah ran in to tell me yesterday that all of the eggs were in the udders. I could only stare and ask her to explain what she meant. She said, "Mom, we threw the eggs up in the air and they all landed in the udders where the rain comes down." Oh, she didn't mean the rain udders, people. Sarah was talking about the rain utters.
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Carla, I can't figure it out. Is it you that is so hilarious, or your kids?
Or both?
both, for sure.
The kiddos provide the punchline usually, I just write the background. They are blog fodder fer sher.
Isn't that "fotter"?
"I ran out of blog fodder." she uddered.
"I ran out of blog fotter." she uttered.
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