Saturday, March 01, 2008

Note to self: stop cursing in front of Max

Thursday evening:

We walk in the back door to see a bazillion ants traipsing through our kitchen. Max rushes in. And says:

"where the bloody hell did those bloody ants come from?"

Mark says to me: "where did Max get that from? And what are you going to do about it?

I say: "bloody hell. I'll probably do nuthin' "

*sigh*

1 comment:

maxandmimasmummy said...

*snort*

reminds me of the time Max said to me "it's not my friggin coat it's my jacket"

mmmmmm. bad mummy