Last night, at the Salt Lake Arts Fest, Brandon was walking really fast. I was behind him, winded and pregnant, and asked him to wait for me.
"I can't walk as fast as you," I said to him, and he said in reply, "Walking? Huh. So that's what you're calling it."
I replied, confused, with, "What?"
And then he said, as gently as possible to let me down easy: "Honey, you're not walking. You're waddling."
Shutup, jerk.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
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Take him to a maternity store and make him strap on one of their 40 lbers. and then walk through the mall and see how he fares :)
Gal- Tell B that waddeling is the "new" walking. It's totally in. All the high-end fashion models are "doing the waddle" down the runway these days.
I have to second both of the previous comments! I did giggle when I read this, I must admit!
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