Thursday, September 6, 2012


I'm about to tell you a story that does not make Paul and I seem like particularly observant parents. It is also not a terribly interesting story but for the fact that Norah keeps telling it to people -  like her grandmother over dinner. I still wouldn't consider this to be a blog-worthy tale except that Norah can't pronounce the "t" in the word "peanuts". Here's the story:

"At the beach, we were eating peanuts. Tegegn loved peanuts! He kept putting more and more peanuts in his mouth. Then it was time for us to pack up and go home. It's a long drive home from the beach and my little brother fell asleep. When we got to the house, Mama and Papa realized that Tegegn still had his peanuts in his mouth! My little brother kept his mouth full of peanuts the whole walk to the car and all the way home. He had so much peanuts in his mouth! Mama said, 'Oh no, Tegegn! You shouldn't sleep with your peanuts in your mouth! No more peanuts for you! We're lucky you didn't choke on your peanuts!' Then Papa made Tegegn spit out his peanuts and my little brother was really mad because he loves to keep his peanuts in his mouth."

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