Monday, May 31, 2010

Little Moments

So, last week Craig and I went out to dinner, and on the way out to the truck, he was talking and stopped mid-sentence.  I looked over at him and he had this look on his face like he had just got a whiff of something terrible or he was about to sneeze.  Realizing he was about to sneeze, I did the "normal" thing I've always done growing up and yelled "THINK ABOUT PIGGIES!"

He waited a few moments, and it magically went away.  I then said "Ah-ha!  My little trick worked."

He quickly retorted and said "Nu-uh, I was already thinking about purple elephants!"

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