The exterminator came by today for our monthly spray down. We've had the same guy for years -he's really personable and is always nice to the kids. Anyway, today was the first time my husband has been home while the exterminator was here. No big deal. They said "hi, how are you?" and the guy went right to work. As he was leaving (and my husband and I were standing nearby), my daughter toddled over to the exterminator, grabbed his hand, and clearly said "dada". There was a single second of silence before I busted out laughing, then they did as well. My husband jokingly told him, "I don't think I'm going to allow you here anymore." (Well, I think he was joking...)
I explained to my husband, after the exterminator left, that our daughter says "dada" to every man she sees...the jogger running past our golf cart, the waiter taking our order, our minister...it's never a dull moment with children around.
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Thursday, October 09, 2008
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