Overheard:
My husband singing to my son as he tried to feed him a few more spoons of Orzo at supper.
"B-I-N-G-O...B-I-N-G-O...B-I-N-G-O... and Popeye was his name-o!"
I know this isn't really related to the blog, but I couldn't resist running to my computer and getting it down for posterity.
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9 comments:
you're really too funny...
ha ha! cute!
LOL! It's a man thing!
it just came out that way?
or he said popeye on purpose?
LOL Babysitter, he said it because he didn't know the real words to the song- and to him BINGO spells Popeye the sailor...
JAP, you'd never believe this, coming from me, but your husband sounds quacky and funny enough for me to actually say "hey, i wanna meet this guy!" ;-P
Hehe Little Sheep- my husband is such a regular run of the mill chassidish guy from Boro Park. You'd never believe half the stuff I say about him just by meeting him. He's more on the serious side- he helps keep me grounded, but he has just enough quirks and creates just enough laughable moments to keep my crazy side happy.
well, at least you have me convinced...it's not very often that someone gets me to say that!
JAP: lol, that's funny that.
"He's more on the serious side- he helps keep me grounded, but he has just enough quirks and creates just enough laughable moments to keep my crazy side happy"
Sounds great! Like the perfect balance.
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