Sunday, June 05, 2011
Posted by bethany at 7:13 PM
Scene: Vermillion family gathering.
Me: Tyler, can you hand me that water bottle? It's mine.
Storey rushes over to me and puts her finger over my mouth.
Storey: Mommy, we do not say "mine!". That is berry berry naughty! You do it again, I will wash your mouth out with soap.
It's so strange hearing all of your words repeated back to you.
A couple of days ago Storey informed us that she was going to "eat out" with her friends. She put on a hat, slung her purse over her shoulder, headed into the bathroom, and shut the door. I am assuming that it where the restaurant is located.
Zak's joke: Must be some "crappy" food.
We are all comedians around here.
Last Saturday after driving around to garage sales all morning, we discovered that Storey had taken and hidden a little unpaid-for stuffed animal in her purse. In order to really drive the point home, we showed her a police car parked on the side of the road and told her that people who steal get arrested by the police and go to jail. She was very remorseful, took the animal back, and apologized to the sellers. Unfortunately, we didn't count on Mr. Literal who then took it upon himself to berate and threaten her with a trip to the police station over and over again. He wondered why we drove home instead of taking her downtown. After that traumatic experience, I have a feeling that Storey will never be shoplifting (garagesalelifting?) again.
P.S. Jakson also asked me if he was going to get a new little sister since Storey was going to live with the police. I guess since she's so flawed, he needs an upgrade.
Her favorite past time lately? Twirling. If you ask, she's a ballerina. And she wants her nickname to be "pixie voice."
Labels: Storey stories