On the way home from San Diego on Monday evening, we stopped at Wendy’s for Frosty’s. My nephew Josh was desperately trying to tell his brother Carter something. He kept saying “Carter! Carter! Carter!” over and over. Finally he called out, (in perfect dramatic tone) “Carter! Carter! Listen! I’m NOT going to say it again. CARTER!”
Oh man, but did we laugh.
No comments:
Post a Comment