My conversation with the 7 year old this morning:
Me: Dax you should be a dentist when you grow up. Then you can fix my teeth.
Dax: But you'll be dead by then....
Me: You think I'll be dead in 20 years?
Dax: You will be like 50 something so probably. You're getting pretty old.
Me: Thanks for reminding me.
Dax: you forgot? How did you forget?
Me: because I'm getting old, I can't remember anything.
Dax: Oh yeah, right.
Good times.
If I'm dead by my 50's I blame dax.
**If I truly do die for some reason by then and you happen to find this and read it dax, don't worry, I don't actually blame you. I don't want you to have to spend your adult years in therapy thinking you caused your mothers demise. Sarcasm is one of my great qualities that you probably already forgot about now that I'm 6 feet under ;)
Good times.
If I'm dead by my 50's I blame dax.
**If I truly do die for some reason by then and you happen to find this and read it dax, don't worry, I don't actually blame you. I don't want you to have to spend your adult years in therapy thinking you caused your mothers demise. Sarcasm is one of my great qualities that you probably already forgot about now that I'm 6 feet under ;)
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