This morning I was baking cookies for my friends Deb & Trish who are holding a FUNdraiser this coming Friday, 10/29 from 1p-6p at the Super Stop & Shop on South Willow Street in Manchester, NH (shameless little plug, hee hee). Samantha kept making comments on how yummy the cookies were smelling. I put the last batch into the oven and then realized that it was getting close to lunch time. Next thing I hear :
Samantha: "Mommy! My tummy!"
Me: "What's wrong with your tummy Sam?"
Samantha: "It's giggling Mommy"
Me: "It's giggling Sam? Are you sure? Does your tummy usually laugh like that?" (trying to be funny).
Samantha: "No Mommy! (sounding frustrated at this point). My tummy doesn't laugh. My tummy is GIGGLING!"
Me: "Sam, are you hungry for lunch?"
Samantha: "Yes! Mommy I'm ready for lunch. My tummy is giggling now but once I eat it won't be anymore".
And then it hits me...Samantha didn't mean giggling, she actually meant grumbling.
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