We were sitting for a delightful dinner at Chipotle last night. Schuyler was busily devouring her quesadillas and had left her device sitting on the table. I slid it over in front of me, pulled up the alphabet page and started typing, and then pushed it back over in front of her and pushed the speech field. It spoke in her voice.
"Schuyler eats boogers."
She laughed and pushed a few quick buttons.
"No."
Then she got busy, putting together a sentence from a variety of areas on the device. When she was finished, she slid the device across the table and hit the speech field, chuckling to herself quietly.
"Daddy eats bugs."
11 comments:
Ha! Daddy got shown up. She's hilarious.
Her book's going to be funnier than mine, too. I exist in this world to set up her gags.
But the question remains, Rob: What was that crawling across *your* quesadilla?
I thought Julie was the bug eater in your family?...
Well, here's to a great dad and a great comedy straight man.
Happy Birthday, Schuyler!
Beyond excellent. Hee!
That is SO cool!
Wow...........
wow.......
wow the imlications of that are....wow
It made me cry.
Grammacello
Happy Birthday Schuyler!
Seven?! wow. Why I remember when you were born. How can it be 7 years?!
Thanks for sharing her Rob. I am a better person for knowing your family, even from such a distance.
~Flidais
You make a great team. Happy birthday, Schuyler!
Ba-domp-bomp.
Wa-hoo!
I'm looking forward to the day she says, "Bite me, Daddy."
And then runs off giggling, of course.
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