Augie Tested: Tape Measures
Could there be a better toy than a tape measure? Apparently not. Whenever Augie remembers this tape measure is hanging on the side of the fridge, he has to play with it. He believes it's his tape measure. Here is a series of things he said this afternoon while playing with the tape measure in mom and dad's bed:
Me (after everything Augie measured was "54"): How big is momma's butt?
Augie (without measuring): Big!
Gretchen: Heeeeey!
Me: How big is it?
Augie: Small.
Gretchen: That's right.
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Me: Augie, how big is your booty?
Augie: Here, take the tape measure and measure my booty.
Me (after measuring it): It's 54.
Augie: Yep, that's right.
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Augie: I measure your booty.
Me: How big is it?
Augie: Fifty pounds. Fifty pounds of your booty in the store.
As you can see, he is clearly crazy. But he loves his tape measure. I suppose there are worse things he could like. Tape measures: Augie Tested, Augie Approved.
Me (after everything Augie measured was "54"): How big is momma's butt?
Augie (without measuring): Big!
Gretchen: Heeeeey!
Me: How big is it?
Augie: Small.
Gretchen: That's right.
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Me: Augie, how big is your booty?
Augie: Here, take the tape measure and measure my booty.
Me (after measuring it): It's 54.
Augie: Yep, that's right.
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Augie: I measure your booty.
Me: How big is it?
Augie: Fifty pounds. Fifty pounds of your booty in the store.
As you can see, he is clearly crazy. But he loves his tape measure. I suppose there are worse things he could like. Tape measures: Augie Tested, Augie Approved.
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