Wednesday, April 15, 2009
A Place to Call Home
My two older sisters and I go to dinner on Friday nights, and after I had my first child, we would meet at Eat'n Park or other places, but mostly at Eat'n Park. When my daughter Ashley was about 2 years old (she is now 20) we were riding past Eat'n Park when she spoke up...
Ashley: "Can we go see Aunt Laur?"
Me: "I don't know if she is home, but we can call her and check later."
Ashley: "Why can't we just stop at her house?"
Me: "Because we are not near her house."
Ashley: "Yes we are, we just passed it up."
Me: (After explaining that we did not pass it up) "Where do you think Aunt Laur lives?"
Ashley: "Back there at Eat'n Park."
At this point I just started to laugh and called my two sisters to tell them at we probably need to go out to other restuarants, since Ashley thinks Eat'n Park is Aunt Laurs house!
Grace
Verona, PA Share
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Ashley: "Can we go see Aunt Laur?"
Me: "I don't know if she is home, but we can call her and check later."
Ashley: "Why can't we just stop at her house?"
Me: "Because we are not near her house."
Ashley: "Yes we are, we just passed it up."
Me: (After explaining that we did not pass it up) "Where do you think Aunt Laur lives?"
Ashley: "Back there at Eat'n Park."
At this point I just started to laugh and called my two sisters to tell them at we probably need to go out to other restuarants, since Ashley thinks Eat'n Park is Aunt Laurs house!
Grace
Verona, PA Share
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