The scene: J is feeding M dinner. She's got a nice spread of green beans, tomatoes and pizza topped with ham & chicken arranged before her on her highchair tray.
M: budDA... budDA... budDA... budDA
J: No, you don't need butter.
M: budDA... budDA... budDA... budDA... budDA
J: Nothing you have needs butter.
M: budDA... budDA... budDA... budDA... budDA... budDA
J: (frustration mounting) Your pizza? Pizza doesn't need butter. What do you want butter on?
M: (pulling one of the toppings off her pizza and presenting it to Daddy) Ham. Budda.
29 January 2009
overheard at dinner...
