Mabes came into my room today, "Mommy, when I grow up, I'm going to be a PATECTIVE!"
"A detective?" I ask.
"No, Mommy, I know what I'm talking about. I'm going to be a patective."
"Okay. What is a patective?"
"It's someone who finds clues and finks about mysteries and figures dem out. And I can do dat because I'm da smartest girl in da world!" (If only she'd get some self-confidence...)
"Yeah, that's a detective."
"Well, I like patective better."
Here's a mystery for you, Detective/Patective Mabes: How did that frog get in my kitchen sink?
5 comments:
I am deathly afraid of frogs.....I know, I know, kinda crazy! Mabes would be a great pretective!
AHH! A frog! In your sink! I think that only happens out east where there is actual moisture. :)
P.S. A patective sounds like a detective for paternity cases. She could make millions.
Very cute post!
Okay, Alisa--what's worse: frog or dead snake in the mail?
And Lisa, I think you're on to something. She could be like Maury, except younger and less orange.
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