I already told you that he thought I was "Slower than a seven-year-itch!"
And when I was disappointed or thought life was unfair?
"Tough titty said the kitty when the milk ran dry!" was his compassionate response.
There are others, some I'm afraid are unmentionable, and some I'm still trying to figure out what they mean. : )
But a common one I heard, whenever little girl chattiness set in was, "Becky! You would drive a wooden indian nuts!"
Huh? What's a wooden indian?
Well, Dad, now I can say that he and I have been formally introduced!
King Charming and I went out in the country to see a house we thought might be too good of an opportunity to pass up.
(It WASN'T!!!! It was beyond words horrible, and definitely not worth leaving our beloved neighbors for)
While we were trekking through the mini orchard, lo and behold, laying on the ground looking just as exasperated at me as I imagined he would, was a large wooden indian!
I apologized for any agony I might have caused him in the past, and then snapped this photo to share with you and Dad.
He looked like a pretty patient fellow, but there's just so much little girl chattering a carved piece of wood can withstand. : )