Quick mommy blogging, just to say I'm still here.
A couple days ago I hear a scream and "Get it off me!" from the two year old in the next room. I go running. It's a piece of sticky fluff on his index finger from him poking under the furniture. Sarcasm kicks in but doesn't work:
Me: "Oh noes! It's a disaster!"
Him: "I has a zaster on my finger!!"
3 comments:
LOL! This is where the phrase "We have a zaster on our hands" comes from.
Makes me think that Zaster might be a good dog's name... :)
I hear a "family word" in the making. One can imagine all kinds of zasters in all sorts of places.
"Why are you making those faces?"
"I have a zaster up between my gum and my cheek."
"Damn! There was a zaster on the tongs, and it let go at the wrong time and splashed sauce all over my shirt."
It has promise....
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