Belle: shoot. Shoot. Shoot. (Saying this over and over walking around the room)
Me: What’s wrong?
Belle: (hesitating) Uh, My pocket.
Me: What’s in your pocket? (Looking to see that she doesn’t have any)
Belle: My money
Me: Where did you get money?
Belle: (thinking) Um, Wal-mart.
1 comment:
Hehehe, love it!
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