Last night as we were sitting chatting with my Dad and Susan,
suddenly Dad asks me, "Did you hear about the salesman coming
to the door?" I immediately thought, oh no, here it comes. I
always worry about "salesmen" knocking at the door.
He says a little girl (I think he said she was about 5) came to the door and the
salesman standing there asked if there was anyone else there. She
said her brother was home, so the Salesman asked if she would go
get her brother.
The little girl came back and said, "My brother can't come. I
can't get him out of his crib."
All these years, my Dad can still get me. I didn't see this one
coming…When will I learn? Apparently never.
6 comments:
Thanks for the laugh!
darlene
Your dad is something else.
Your dad is something else.
I second that, Karen!
Hilarious!
haha
=D
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