Sally-isms; or, "Serenity now!"
At the IKEA restaurant, Sally was effectively boxed into her seating area by patrons and baby strollers, so I offered to get her a drink refill when she needed one.
Later, at our house, I held up a dish we got as a present.
Me: What do you want?
Sally: Something diet.
Me [up at the soda fountain, pointing at the Diet Pepsi]: Is this okay?
Sally: Yeah! [then, turning to John] I hate Diet Pepsi.
Later, at our house, I held up a dish we got as a present.
Me: Do you like this?
Sally: Yes!
Me: Really?
Sally: Well, no.
Posted on September 9, 2008 9:21:02 AM EDT
#