This is the conversation that transpired while we were washing dishes tonight.
Nora: What are those?
Mommy: Those are hemostats. They're Daddy's. Don't touch them.
Nora: Those are Daddy's peni-sacks?
Mommy: Hemostats.
Nora: Peni-sacks.
Mommy: Hemostats.
Nora: Peni-sacks?
Mommy: Hemostats.
Nora: Peni-stacks? Are they scissors?
Mommy: Yes. Yes, they are scissors.
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He he he! Got a good laugh out of that one! You're the one with the urologist husband...I guess it's bound to be normal dish-washing conversation! :)
BWAH!
You know, she's probably sure she was saying hemostats. Kind of like I was always sure I was saying barefoot, not bullshit...to the great amusement of my entire family.
Out of the mouths of babes!
Awesome! I love that you now know when to just give in and go with it.
Kat,
soooo...I have some questions for you regarding residency, the match, personal statements and the such. I was wondering if I could have you email and pick your brain? my email is greggmccord@gmail.com
We miss you guys!
Gregg
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