Yesterday we went to Grandma & Papa's for breakfast. Heading home on the freeway we passed a pick up with a Barbie cadillac-style kiddie car in the bed, complete with boomy speakers in the back. Greg looked over and said, "Look, there's Barbie's pimp car. Then from the back seat we hear in echo, "Look, there's Barbie's pimp car." Doh! Heather was apparently listening! I tried to keep my composure, but just couldn't.
I am thankful for laughter and my very funny family. They keep me in stitches!