(Original image stolen from this site)
Overheard on a car trip recently, when the pressure of being imprisoned in a car together for 12 hours became too much . . .
Sparky: "If I'm a turd then you're a turd and we are turd family."
Foolery: "Hey, don't count me in that!"
Smedley: "I think it comes from Daddy's side."
That's my girl.









The road apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?
Posted by: Mantel Man | October 14, 2010 at 10:28 PM
Theres gotta be a turd in the wood pile SOMEWHERE there.
Im thinking we need to buy Papa Turd a karaoke machine for his birthday. Grass skirt, too. : )
Posted by: foolery | October 11, 2010 at 02:11 PM
It is precisely because of this lineage that I identify with and so greatly admire the Foolery Clan.
But actually, I thought Daddy's side was all diamonds and grass skirts, what with all the hula dancing and singing Neil Diamond songs and such...
Posted by: Chesapeake Bay Woman | October 11, 2010 at 02:03 PM
Even when theyre bickering over turds? : ) (Me too)
Posted by: foolery | October 11, 2010 at 01:36 PM
Lord how I love those girls....
Posted by: Mental P Mama | October 11, 2010 at 01:34 PM
I try NOT to think of that particular . . . um, yeah. We have enough of that around our house as it is!
Posted by: foolery | October 11, 2010 at 01:27 PM
Where they come from depends on who's the biggest
well
uhhh
you know
(thinking of a particular bodily orifice here).
Posted by: boB Cleveland | October 11, 2010 at 01:12 PM
Your Little Imp will always provide you with a running commentary, Audrey. Just keep your cell handy to record or text it -- no siblings required!
Posted by: foolery | October 11, 2010 at 01:11 PM
With Gaby being, for all intents and purposes (as my older kids are out of the house) an only child at this point, I'm kinda sad as I think about all the fun conversations I'm going to miss, on long unforgiving road trips.
Or maybe not. ;-)
Posted by: Audrey at Barking Mad | October 11, 2010 at 01:08 PM