Dear Mr. Police Officer,
I hope you weren’t paying much attention to my family Friday night. My girls were the two little cute ones who yelled out “There’s the Po-Po!” as we walked by you leaving the football game. Please ignore Gigi, who told you that “You need to give my Mommy a ticket ‘cuz she drives WAY too fast”. And definitely disregard Yuri’s statements of “Arrest her! Just go ahead and arrest her!” They were just kidding... I promise.
We are currently having family talks about what is appropriate and what is not appropriate to talk about.
APPROPRIATE: I like your shirt.
NOT APPROPRIATE: Your belly is chubby. Do you have a baby in there?
APPROPRIATE: My mommy and daddy’s bedroom is upstairs.
NOT APPROPRIATE: I’m not allowed to go in their room because they need privacy.
APPROPRIATE: Here is my dollar for Hat Day.
NOT APPROPRIATE: Here is my dollar for Hat Day. My mom says it’s lame.
I can’t even type out the inappropriate comments Gigi has made about why she never wants to have a baby. I don’t think my dad reads my blog, but just in case he ever does, I couldn’t deal with the guilt of him having a heart attack on the spot.
P.S. Don’t forget to vote!!!