That's Natty's latest gaffe. I love it. When he gets really worked up, he clasps his hands together, bounces and asks, "Biddy please? Biddy please? Biddy please?" I don't have the heart to tell him he's got it all wrong. Who am I to say? I mean, if he's so passionate about something, and it makes me smile from the inside out, then who am I to rain on his parade? Sure, biddy can mean either a female chicken, or an ugly frightening old woman. But I prefer his interpretation. In honesty, I wish I could learn a few more interpretations from him. See things through his eyes. I bet life would be simpler. And boy, could I ever use a dose of simpler.
Biddy Please?
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Posted by Jodi at 7:44 p.m.
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I love it!
We happen to use a "gamote control" to change the channels on our tv.
And actually this evening Lauren asked for the radish, which actually turned out to be licorice. I'm wondering if her hearing is really bad, or I'm just a poor enunciator.
Either way it does provide a few entertaining moments.
Steph
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