We are celebrating Christmas a tad late this year... and you know what that means.
A classic voicemail from Dad to let us know what we'll be having for dinner our first night home.
Mom muffled in the background: No, not mashed...
Dad muffled to the side: what?
Mom muffled in the background: Not mashed potatoes, they'll be in the pot roast.
Dad muffled to the side: No Toni! Nica likes mashed potatoes.
Mom muffled in the background: Oh. Ok.
Dad: Ok. We got that straightened out. Bye.
3 comments:
HA! You laughed out loud at Max and his floss.. I just laughed out loud at your parent's convo. Too funny. Love it!
so cute! i love listening to my folks converse.
hahaha, so great.
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