(I am sitting at the dining table working on my computer, and suddenly I get a jabbing feeling in my left side.)
Me: Iman! What are you doing?
(Iman grins and holds up her pink pencil)
Iman: I poking you!
Me: Yes, I can see that. If you want to get my attention, say excuse me Momma!
Iman: Excuse me momma?
Me: Yes Iman?
Iman: Can I poke you?
:s
SO cute masha’allah 🙂
i believe sir, MEMAAN can now be introduced to “Please”…
“excuse me momma, can i poke you, please?”
She is such a source of amusement that one. When I came over she managed to nearly break my internal organs with lots of jumping up and down upon my stomach and smushed her face against my cheek with a hilariously intense “I LOVE YOU!!” HAHA! Thanks for clarifying little woman, cuz I *thought* you were trying to kill me.
Zari: only in retrospect! **rubs bigs, pregnant, pencil-poked belly!**
Hemlock-lol! Yes, because if she had said please I *totally* would have said yes! :p
Owl: Destroying internal organs is precisely how Iman loves people. She’s just that kind of girl.
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