Today we were cut up by two women hogging the footpath with their prams. One of them made a sarcastic "thank you" as they forced us into the bushes and pushed past us.
"When I'm pushing a pushchair I'm going to have chariot war wheels with big spikes, and then they'll have to get out of our way".
Hmmm... not too sure about the war wheels but this is a milestone. He hasn't talked about a future with a baby for a long time. Enter hope.
Holy cow, now, that made me have a full-on belly laugh. Goodness. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Your man is a funny guy - I hope with you guys. xoxoReplyDelete
i like that idea!ReplyDelete
and what rude women!!! too bad you cant trip them...
Ahhh, I love it! And I can picture it now. Hoping SO hard along with you both.ReplyDelete
I love it too! And I love the hope that came along with it!ReplyDelete
Some people are just plain rude regardless of their family size. Love the chariot.ReplyDelete
Hooray for hope!!!ReplyDelete
B, sometimes people do not realize how unpleasant they can be by their mundane acts of rudeness.ReplyDelete
I like Ray's attitude..I will send in iron spikes for the baby's pram! And yes, the way he says it, he seems to see it! Hope!
Go Ray!! That really cracked me up!!! The first time Ron said something about another baby, I felt the same leap of joy in my heart. Hope - it's quite a miraculous feeling after what we've all been through.ReplyDelete
Thinking of you!!!
Welcome hope!! And, thanks for the laugh!! ADORABLE :)ReplyDelete