Sunday, August 16, 2009

Day Two-Hundred Seventeen: Banks

Exchange from this afternoon:

(Robbie comes running into the bedroom, where I am lying down)

Robbie: I talk to my bank, Daddy!

Me: Huh?

Robbie: I talk to my bank, Daddy.

Me: You talked to your bank?

Robbie: Yeah.

Me: What did your bank say?

Robbie: ... Werr werr.

Me: Werr werr? Is your bank a penguin?

Robbie: ........ Yeah.


(expect something longish tomorrow)

(I'm a little surprised that the spell check accepts "longish")