Monday, May 2, 2011

The Worst Kind of Turd is an Honest One, Vol. 2

Speaking of bad breath and little kids being a little too honest...

My sister Kasey was holding my niece Hanna when she was two or three.  Cuddling her, loving her, wishing she had a baby of her own...kissing her face...
Suddenly Hanna pushed her way out of Kasey's arms, stomped away, turned around, and with fists clenched, screamed,

"Your breath!  It's just so...so...so...PUKEY!"

2 comments:

Hanna said...

She was holding me for a million years and breathing really really heavily for a long time before that happened. It wasn't my fault. I just couldn't hold my breath any longer.

Kady Hexum said...

how can you possibly remember this event? you were TINY!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...