Thursday, January 15, 2009

Carrot


Ivy: Ella, you are a carrot.
Ella: No, I'm not.
Ivy: Yes, you are a carrot.
Ella: Ivy, please stop calling me a carrot.
Ivy: But you *are* a carrot.
Ella: (yelling, in tears) IVY! NO, I AM NOT A CARROT! STOP SAYING THAT RIGHT NOW!

Yes, we do have every flavour of awesome at the Hiebert house.

6 comments:

Nikki and Shane said...

Oh my god that is freakin' hilarious!

Anonymous said...

Dear me, dear my. Your children are cut from the finest cloth. Okay, as for my old post: it is gone with the wind but fear not dear cousin, I have started something new (and keep in mind that the 'married man' and extended family references were not directed towards you in the slightest, but instead towards a psychotic ex lover)... enjoy.

http://thebirthoffeeling.blogspot.com/

Read on! Best, and Puhlease keep posting photos of your beauty babies. I love that shit.

Meg.

Jeremy said...

Megan, I'm so pleased that your beautifully tricksy words and stunning images will still grace the interwebs, and I vaguely hope that you don't delete the brilliance of your old site, but that is not any of my business.

I should have put the obligatory smiley beside my comment, or perhaps explained how this whole living online thing has been niggling at me lately...although as far as I know I have no issues with psychotic ex-lovers. That would at least be interesting.

I guess our kids are cut from *our* cloth, which is not always the finest, but thanks for kind words. And yes, photos of the brood seem to be my genre of least resistance in this life stage, so you're stuck with 'em.

Angelo said...

Reminds me of when our friend's little girl (I think she was three at the time, but it's like fifteen years ago now) strutted right up to me in a huff and said: "You peanut butter and jelly sandwich!"

Jeremy said...

ha haha...I agree, you *are* a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Except I mean that a great compliment.

Anonymous said...

What intensity! Pearl