Tuesday, June 17, 2008


This morning at the breakfast table.

*a truck rumbles past*
B: Bus?
Me: Could be. I thought it was a truck, though. A big truck.
B: No. Bus.
Me: Shira...
S: Bus.
Me: Okay, I guess I was wrong. Chaya, was was it a bus or truck?
C: *very quietly and sing-song* Bus or big truck? Bus or big truck?
S: Mommy! More jamage (jam)?