The Wellersons strike again! Adrie and I are eating lunch at our kitchen counter:
Adrie: "Mom . . . I don't like the Wellersons."
Me: "Why is that?"
Adrie: "Because they give out chocolate-poop-treats, and I don't like them."
I guess I would feel the same way about any friends, imaginary or not, who tried to trick me with a treat like that. I laughed - I couldn't keep a straight face.
1 comment:
I can't believe the Wellerson's are still visiting your house! This cracks me up-and I needed a good laugh!
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