Dad: Okay Noah, spelling homework. Tell me two words that rhyme with very...
Noah: Scary.
D: Good. One more.
N: Insert blank stare.
Mom: What is Dad? It rhymes with very...
N: Fat!
N: Old!
N: Thirty?
Dad: No. Rhymes with very. Something you'll be when you're older...
N: Angry.
N: Strawberry!
Dad: Close enough!
Ha ha. Fat? Wow Jared, maybe you need to go on a diet...
Posted by Ashli at 8:22 pm on October 22, 2009Are you kidding? He just gave up on the short he wore ON OUR HONEYMOON last summer! I don't think I can even wear the shoes I wore on our honeymoon anymore. If he starts dieting I may have to kill him.
Posted by aubrey at 10:19 pm on October 22, 2009Noah really thinks I'm tubby. He says I look like Santa Claus. He tells me that I look like a lady who's going to have a baby. He tells me it's funny the way my stomach sticks out and bounces when I jump. But don't worry, I've got no plans to diet. I can still button my pants.
Posted by Jared at 11:08 pm on October 22, 2009HA HA! I don't know why he thinks that. Oh, and yes, I was very kidding....like any Crookston needs to go on a diet
Posted by Ashli at 2:13 am on October 26, 2009