Rachel: "Daaaa-ad……I need help with polynomials."
Tad: "I can promise you, I’m much better with polynomials at 6 in the morning than I am at 10 at night…"
Rachel: blink blink…indicating MUCH skepticism.
Me? Out loud, a HOOT of laughter, but in my mind it’s fingers in my ears, eyes squinched shut, sing-songing silently, "lalala, I can’t hear you" followed by white noise white noise, thanking God she has total disregard for my math skills…
I thought about this after I posted earlier this morning: "Dirty Monkeys Smell Bad"
Does anyone know why?
It does NOT have a thing in the world to do with any of these guys :).