So the three boyz were playing Go Fish tonight, and when it was Ziggy's turn to let Campers know that he wasn't holding the matching card he'd requested, he shouted out:
"GOLD FISH!!!"
I don't know what is wrong with Campers and me, but we must have giggled like a couple of school kids for about five minutes. Poor Zig was so distraught over our (ongoing) laughter at his accidental antics that he stopped playing the game. And then Pa, the Glue That Binds Everyone Together And Keeps The Peace, gave us a nice three-point sermon about how we shouldn't embarrass the dear child by laughing at his three-year-old speech-isms.
But that Zig, he's a funny guy. He just doesn't know it yet.
"GOLD FISH!!!"
I don't know what is wrong with Campers and me, but we must have giggled like a couple of school kids for about five minutes. Poor Zig was so distraught over our (ongoing) laughter at his accidental antics that he stopped playing the game. And then Pa, the Glue That Binds Everyone Together And Keeps The Peace, gave us a nice three-point sermon about how we shouldn't embarrass the dear child by laughing at his three-year-old speech-isms.
But that Zig, he's a funny guy. He just doesn't know it yet.
