Last weekend we were cleaning up the house before heading out to the hubby's company picnic. There was a cooler of leftover soda pop from the t-ball swimming party. The hubby was having the kids carry cans of pop downstairs to the "pop" fridge. Red came upstairs in no apparent hurry and in her "true fashion" she came up to tell us what seemed like...a story. She said it with all the dramatic flair of the story-teller that she is - waving her hands, spinning around the room as she talked, but with little emotion. It went something like this... "Daddy when I was downstairs, I tripped and fell. And I dropped the cans of pop that I was holding. And now they are exploding downstairs." The hubby immediately dropped what he was doing and ran downstairs to investigate and clean up any mess. When he returned, I just burst out laughing because instead of yelling up the stairs OR coming up to say "SOME POP IS EXPLODING!" she so nonchalantly, in the longest version possible told us what was going on downstairs. Turns out, the cans of soda pop that she dropped were not even the ones that were exploding, so the hubby couldn't even find the right ones at first.
I still laugh when I think about it...it was soooo funny.
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