I hear some sort of verbal scuffle going on in the kitchen between William and Brian.
William comes running to me on the porch.
"Mommy, you have to tell Daddy that my washcloth is the blue one, not the green one."
"But William, your washcloth is the green one."
"What?! Oooooohhhh..." [Whiny sigh.]
He runs back into the kitchen and I hear him say, "I'm sorry, Daddy. You were right. I was wrong."
Wow, I think, already he's a bigger person than me.
Not only that but if keeps up those kinds of phrases, he's going to make some woman a very happy wife someday. Very happy, indeed.
William comes running to me on the porch.
"Mommy, you have to tell Daddy that my washcloth is the blue one, not the green one."
"But William, your washcloth is the green one."
"What?! Oooooohhhh..." [Whiny sigh.]
He runs back into the kitchen and I hear him say, "I'm sorry, Daddy. You were right. I was wrong."
Wow, I think, already he's a bigger person than me.
Not only that but if keeps up those kinds of phrases, he's going to make some woman a very happy wife someday. Very happy, indeed.
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