On this fourth day of Christmas, our family made a joke about bread.
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"Oh no! The bread is dead!" Youngest sister shouted.
"No, it
expires tomorrow." Second sister pronounced.
"No! It will be overdue tomorrow!" Youngest sister expressed her worry.
"Expired. Expired tomorrow!" Second sister provoked further.
"No, the bread is dead!" Youngest sister screamed.
"Tomorrow." Second sister said firmly.
"That's funny. It's not even alive in the first place." I chuckled.
"So?" Second sister probed.
"Mommy, the bread dies tomorrow." I announced.
"The bread is not even alive, this is so stupid." Second sister stated.
"No, it's so chubby!" Youngest sister retorted.
(Yep, this comeback was a little too lame. LOL.)
"The bread is chubby? Seriously?" Second sister responded.
"Eh? It is? So cute!" I exclaimed.
*holds signboard* 30 seconds later... *puts down signboard*
"Mommy, the chubby bread dies tomorrow."
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Guess who said the last sentence? I did, 'cause this is the last sentence (hohoho).
Labels: On the fourth day of Christmas~
