LICENSE "PLATES"
Kourtney: Why can't daddy drive his car?
Me: He needs a new license plate.
Kourtney: Why?
Me: It's the law.
Kourtney: Do we have to eat off of the license plates?
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"EMAIL MYSELF"
This week Kourtney has learned about email. I let her type a message and type her name and we send it to daddy at the church. On her first email I said what do you want to say to send daddy a message? She said I want to send him a coffee pot (she knows her daddy well). So we typed that and hit send. Then daddy sent her back an imaginary pony to play with. So, she sort of gets email. That set up this little conversation I heard...
Travis: I can't email myself, something is wrong.
Kourtney: (with a worried look) Daddy, don't go through the computer! Stay here at the house!
1 comment:
Hehe, love it when they're overly literal. Did she name her imaginary pony?
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