That Flippin' Dinosaur

I just ran across a toy that I hadn't seen in a while. It was under the dresser in my bedroom. Of course, where else would a toy be? But it reminded me of a funny story.

A few months ago, I came home from work one Sunday afternoon. Soon after I got home, I hear Kylie running around yelling:

"Where's my flippin' dinosaur? Where's my flippin' dinosaur?"

I didn't even know she had a dinosaur. I looked at my husband, my eyes asking the question, "Did she say what I think she just said?"

We were both trying not to laugh, but I was mad too. Just wait until I get my hands on whichever sister taught her that little gem. Pretty soon she'll be running up to her preschool teacher screaming,

"Hey, where are the flippin' blocks?"

Well, after a short search, she found her flipping dinosaur.

Observe:



Kylie's flipping dinosaur. Of course. What were you thinking?