Monday, May 27, 2013

Table talk

"Loded Diaper," said B between mouthfuls of grilled cheese. Next to him, his older sister grimaced. "B. Please. Don't say things like that at the dinner table." B's grin widened. "Loded Diaper." "That's gross!" Protested the 14 year old, shooting her mother a look. "Loded Diaper! Loded Diaper! Loded Diaper!" "B, stop it," Simone intervened at last. "Diapers are not appropriate table talk." "Loded Diaper is the name of a band in the books "Diary of a Wimpy Kid"," B said primly. "All the same, please stop." B's defiant gaze lowered. "Loded Diaper," he muttered one last time under his breath.

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