I figured this time it was Mommy's turn to take the girls in to work (well, my former place of employment, unless you count the freelance work). I needed to go in to the office myself to pick up materials for a new freelance project, so the girls came along for the ride. Because, really, what office doesn't benefit from a visit by adorable twin girls?
The girls had an excellent time running around the halls screaming, "Find Julie! Find Julie!" Then the girls spent a good, long time tossing Hippo and Puppy into the air in Steve's office, to the ooos and aaahs of an entranced crowd.
Next they discovered Paul's change drawer and had great fun pilfering coins. (Like mother, like daughters. Picture it: A Thursday afternoon, your attention span fading, and all you really need is a Dr Pepper to get you through those last few hours of drudgery. Alas, you have only 35 cents in your change purse. Where can you find just a few more coins...?)
After teaching the girls about the joys of money, Paul worked on getting them to say "Poop!" on command. He's a great role model like that. And with that, I decided it was time to go. (Besides, the drive home held excitement enough.)
Thursday, August 30, 2007
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8 comments:
That Paul sure is a handsome fellow.
He sure is, if by handsome you mean "handsome."
Well, Handsome, here's Grandma thanking you for the words you taught my granddaughters.
Tres Cute, n'est pas?
I'm going to start thinking of a word to teach the girls next time I see them. Hmm...
When Jo gets back, you should set them loose in her car. Evan got rich plundering the riches of the backset.
Thanks, Jo!
Grandma Joan's going to have to clean up her act so that she won't teach the girls some undesireable words.
If the girls get excited by making small change, then publishing is the business for them!
P.S. Poop is funny.
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