Whodabitchnow daddy-o

So this afternoon Miss P is in the living room banging away on her snare drum for a while. She stops for a break and says, "I wish I could do this in my room." Hubs asks her why she can't. She informs him that he needs to move something. Staying in true family form he asks, "When did I become your bitch?". In even truer family form, she responds..."Ummm.. that would be the day I was born." And oh how right she is.... :)

Wait til I can see some action!

The other night I was having dinner with my friend Gina. As I'm relaying my daughters latest happenings, she tells me I should write a book about this crap. She said instead of Crap My Dad Says, I should call it Crap my Daughter Says. So here it is.. kind of. A blog about the things my daughter says that keeps my life, hmmm, interesting.

This morning B (my husband) informed P (my daughter) that Frasier AKA Wondermutt (the family dog) has an appointment at the vet and asks her if she'd like to go. Excitedly, she asks, " Are they doing the chopping of his nuts today?".
Me, "No, not today."
P, " Nah! I'm going to wait til I can see some action!", while dropping her arm like an ax to a chicken neck laid across a log.

Great. She wants to see him lose his nuts.