So, this morning, my dear daughter and I were having a conversation about my trip to Washington.
She asked if I stayed in a motel.
I told her yes.
She asked if it had an ironing board. (check out the post on May 9th about her fear of ironing boards).
I told her yes.
She told me she didn't like ironing boards. When I asked her why, she said, "They have horns. The horns scare me. Daddy's ironing board doesn't have horns like the ones in the motels."
Did you catch the line about "Daddy's ironing board?" :) Logical assumption, I suppose since I don't think she has ever seen me ironing -- only her dad.
Muahahahahhahahahahhhahaha
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