#231
Shorty and I are having dinner with my family at Nero Tecca.
One of our favorite things to order there is the cold cuts. Since Shorty got pregnant though the doctor has told her that she’s not supposed to eat any cold cuts. But last night…
Shorty: Fatty…
Me: *busy talking to Father*
Shorty: Fatty!
Me: Ya?
Shorty: You think I could have a piece of ham?
Me: Which one? The mortadella?
Shorty: Ya…
Me: Ok *picks up Mortadella to put on Shorty’s plate*
Shorty: Really?
Me: WAIT WAIT … NO YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE ANY! *takes mortadella way from Shorty again*
Shorty: Dammit….
Me: Oh… this girl huh. When I’m distracted talking to my Father you try trick me into allowing you to eat this huh.
#232
Every morning when I leave for work, Shorty is still fast asleep in bed but I normally give her a little kiss on her forehead so she wakes up and mumbles a ‘bye’ to me.
This morning though I woke up and was rushing to work so I didn’t get to give her a little kiss. She called me later on in the morning but I was in a meeting so I couldn’t pick up. So she messaged me.