Cootie report
Aug. 4th, 2003 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3Kristi, Nik and I were sitting in the dining room this morning, when I snuck a sip of Kristi's coffee.
Kristi: [to Nik] Daddy just got cooties in my coffee.
Me: I don't have cooties.
Kristi: [smirks] Ask your daughter.
Me: *harrumph*
Kristi: [shouting] Hey, Abbey...
Me: You are not going to ask my daughter.
Kristi: Sure, I am. [shouting again] Hey, Abbey! Come here a sec!
Abbey: [entering] What?
Kristi: Daddy just drank my coffee. Does he have cooties?
Abbey: Yeah. He's got cooties in his brain.
So it seems I've got brain cooties. That would explain a lot, actually.
Kristi: [to Nik] Daddy just got cooties in my coffee.
Me: I don't have cooties.
Kristi: [smirks] Ask your daughter.
Me: *harrumph*
Kristi: [shouting] Hey, Abbey...
Me: You are not going to ask my daughter.
Kristi: Sure, I am. [shouting again] Hey, Abbey! Come here a sec!
Abbey: [entering] What?
Kristi: Daddy just drank my coffee. Does he have cooties?
Abbey: Yeah. He's got cooties in his brain.
So it seems I've got brain cooties. That would explain a lot, actually.
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Date: 2003-08-04 05:57 pm (UTC)