Harper Prioritizes

Dad: Harper, what would you like to thank God for tonight?
Harper: Daddy.
Dad: Oh, good, that's sweet. Anything else?
Harper: Beards.
Dad: Beards, okay. What else?
Harper: Teeth.

(Teeth? So, basically, she's thankful for everything on her dad's face. I guess I am, too.)

So, this was last night. This morning out of nowhere, Harper informs us that she would like to thank God for boobies. "My boobies," she clarified as we choked on our laughter. I almost told her that she didn’t have boobies, but then I stopped, realizing that junior high boys would tell her that soon enough.

I’ll never forget the day in ninth grade when in Speech and Drama we had to do an exercise requiring a flat surface. “I got your flat surface!” yelled one of my male classmates. “Kristen, come over here, they say we need a flat surface!”

I am mystified by people who say high school was the greatest time of their life.

Comments

[Tim Sean]

I don't think there is an actual hell. But were there one, I'm quite sure those who enjoyed high school have a greater probability of ending up there.

[Amanda Fortney]

that's so funny. eli has recently been going "are those bobos?!!" and cracking up after he asks it. we're not sure where he got the word "bobos" from, but it cracks us up. and junior high boys suck. i feel your pain.